looking glass

by liz
(flordia,usa)

I look for your comfort,
I get your disgrace .
You don't understand,
Im not at their pace.

I don't want to be here,
I know you don't want me.
Do you crave trouble? tears? and up all night fears?

I look for your comfort,
And what do I get?
treatment like an animal,
That even God wouldn't pet.

And what do I have?
This looking glass...

Or what do I need,
Just some relief.