Things misunderstood

What is it

that makes one

cry out for attention

when it's right in front of your face?

What makes one

need, crave, aspire

such adoration

and never see

what exists inside four walls?

Nothing.

You

You see

only things you want

and need

and you give

absolutely

nothing in return.

Nothing

unless, of course

it serves you well.

Make haste to find

worshipful sighs

in others

before it withers away

due to boredom

or malaise.

Roll your eyes at me

and say everything

without uttering

a word.

Starvation breeds

contempt

and the painful wounds

you manufacture

in your fantasy

only prove your

depth. Or lack

thereof.

Go forth and build

your life

as a lie

and continue

to be

all the things

before. 

When you failed.

Truth or fiction

your lies

uncovered

you.