I am tired of people,
Tired of drowning my body in hot water,
Lathering it with fruity smelling concoctions,
Strangling it with constrictive, rough fabric,
Tightening that leather an extra notch,
Searing my hair between two metal plates,
And suffocating my underarms with pasty white powder.
Just to ensure I disappear into the perfect backdrop,
instead of appearing as attention-grabbing garbage.
Tired of wearing a pale blank mask,
Saying something strange and drawing those stares,
As if a rainbow giraffe just peddled out of my mouth on a unicycle.
Surrounded by that echoing laughter as it pounds and beats me.
Being studied by those judging eyes holding a hammer over my head,
Eagerly awaiting the moment they could drop it and scream,
Sentencing me to Alcatraz.
Tired of managing the show,
Having to ask all of the questions like a TV host,
Chasing down people as if I were a news crew,
Focusing on them like a camera,
Inserting the audience laugh track at their jokes,
Listening to their waterfall of woes.
I’m so exhausted of people.
I just want to be alone,
I want to pull the blankets over my head,
Disappear under the protective cloth,
Put my earphones on and drown in pounding sounds,
Fill my stomach with flavorful junk,
Run away to an imaginary world,
where I am free of fleeing finish lines and to-do list.
Plug myself into a charger.