i often lay in outside silence
having conversations in my head


this is when i write most things


such madness occurs in these moments
and i dare not write most of them


i am not the shouting in the stands
of an overcrowded concert


nor am i the forbidden couple
kissing underneath the bleachers


i’ve always been something
in-between
that hasn’t yet discovered a label


everyone seems to want to be near me,
treating me like the Wizard of Oz
who will only disappoint in the end


the martyr by name,
never by trade


and they tell me how sweet i taste


in my head i can become God


or something close enough
to allow me to write about it,


but i still can’t come up with
10 reasons not to cry. 

03/18/2009
Posted on 03/18/2009
Copyright © 2026 Ava Blu

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/18/09 at 08:43 PM
Brutal, confessional work here. There's so much strength to these words, so much confidence. You're telling a story here, and you absolutely have my attention.