Laid bare, the tortured nature of acceptance

[The Scientist]

sat there,
tired of this lost life,
distressed,
surrounded by people
called friends.

had the eightball
in the pocket,
and went to bathroom, door locked.
looked into the mirror,
eyes, wanting to cry
but drained of emotion.
Empty dry air
running down cheeks,
hot and flushed.

"This is what you get..."
written on the mirror
broken lipstick
stolen from some girl's purse

lines laid out,
the ball's stink
fills the bathroom.
A knock on the door.

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'll be out in a minute"

line after line,
everyone's party favors turn into their nightmare fears.
"This is my gift to you."
the last words from a bloody-nosed corpse,
twitching like a wasp with its wings ripped off.

 

[Frosty da snowman]

I liked this. can't really say what it was but somthing in it struck a cord.