glue

sir,
i can't even talk to you
but you sure have a lung full toward me.

i'm sorry that you hate me so much.
but do you really have a right?
you don't know a thing about me.

the longest conversation i have had with you
has been
how are you, goodbye.

do you know that my favorite color is blue?
that singing brings me real joy?
or that sunshine makes me smile?

no. you know
nothing
about me.

instead, you have angry eyes
or don't even give me the decency to
look at me at all.

i'll never understand what it is that i have done
or that your family has done
to make you hate so much.

how desperately lonely it must be to live inside your skin.

hate makes the living hollow
and easily breakable.

oh,
how ridiculous to know
that
the most perfect strangers can sometimes live in the same house.