Angst

Every time, you tell me,

To smoothen my edges,

In order to fit in,

I diminish a little;

I never knew

I was rough,

Till you showed me.

Every time, you look at me,

And look away,

As if, you can’t,

Bear to see,

My pain;

I diminish a little.

I had no pain,

Till you showed me.

 Every time, you turn your back,

To the questions

You didn’t want,

To hear,

I diminish a little;

I never knew,

I sought answers,

Till you showed me.

The sarcasm,

Veiled laughter,

Cruel comments,

All I take in my stride

 What diminishes me,

Is when you say,

“I love you”

And I know

The look in your eyes,

Implies

“Even though

You are less

Than the others.”