I’ve never dared to post this poem, but who cares? It probably has different meanings for different readers- and I know what I was referring to.
Everyone’s making fun of me.
They no longer take me seriously.
Am I speaking differently?
I’d be the last to know.
I’m a pariah suddenly-
They can’t wait to be rid of me.
Is it the black cloud following me?
One look at that- they go.
I’m bad luck now, I’ve become a jinx.
“Don’t come near me or touch me, minx.”
The poison spreads through a web of links:
I’ll be the first to die.
See how they move away in fright,
And delete what I said last night.
I thought this was a breakthrough, right?
It’s a breakdown. They lied.