Restless

I am screaming like anything

I am throwing things away,

Breaking the glass window,

Wrecking the bookshelves.

Tearing up the posters

Of my heroes, ever silent.

There’s someone at my door.

And I could only figure out,

That it’s you, observing.

And not stopping me.

With a curious look.

Do you think it’s funny?

I pick up the vase…

You vanish and the poor thing

Hits the mirror.

Shattering my face

Into pieces.

The One with The Crack

He is so brilliantly stupid.

A fool who makes himself a buffoon

To the men around him

To the woman close enough.

He understands his hopelessness,

And has in vain tried to follow the ways of the others…

The less stupid ones.

But no, it didn’t get him anywhere,

Just attracted more unwanted attentions

And the giggles, and boos.

So now, he has decided it.

To remain a fool, an impossible and incorrigible one.

And to his surprise, the people around him,

Have started taken him seriously, lately.