too shallow to be focused,
to stay within—
always this strange itching.
concern of what others think.
their eyes follow wherever I go.
they force my awareness outwards.
I detach and come back within,
I express through something.
desperate expression.
but it’s not enough—I want more.
too shallow to be me,
too shallow to be something.
This story is part of a collection of poems, short stories and introspective diary entries, called “Grimoire of a Weird Person II”.