Fear Me
With unmanageable hair
Streaked with orange and
Crawling eyeliner I'm
Callous on the irises. I'm
Falling down the scale of
Social acceptance. I'm
Under pressure to speak
Struggling to keep my head above the
Surface of cruel jokes and
Sharp rumors
That tear asunder the membrane of
My well-worn walls of so many years now
Dread me
The one who
Is not like you
The one who
Will never believe you
The one who isn't blinded by
The stepladder between us
The one who isn't alarmed of the
Edge of the roof you are so
Apt to fall off of
While I am down here
Safe on grass that smells sweet as rain
A valley safe as home
I could help you
If only you would not
Fear me