Empty are your eyes for me
You despise me, it’s clear to see
No matter how I much pry
You still can’t even begin to try
To give me the love that helps me survive
Empty are your words to me
When I speak with passion
About my life and dreams
You can’t even fake your responses for me
When all your time is with how I can please
Pathetic are my thoughts to you
Like a clown citing Einstein
Just a joke for you
Like I slathered my face in bright white paint
With a goofy smile and a nice red beak
Only here for you to heckle and defeat
Empty are your promises, to always love me
—Rose Hollow—
The Silent Archive 
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