So hide me,
hide me like the spots on the leper…
Pretend I’m not on your sight,
failed me like how
you failed to acknowledge my existence.
Happen over and over again,
you love me then you love me not,
yet I’m still falling for the same old trick,
I waved you hello
as you tossed me goodbye.
here is your parting gift,
a parcel of sweet sweet shame with a pretty bow,
may the superficial aesthetic
will make it seems like it’s not that bad..
And a laughing stock I became
as you ignore me in front of the crowd
like the biggest loser in your twisted game…
I wonder how many poem like these
does it takes for me to realised
you are a mistake?
Or another day as a fool I shall be again?