Attention (A Poem)

I wish people didn’t look at me,

Oh what an attention seeker they must see,

When in fact I’m really one,

Who only lives when life is gone.

I live in the shadows, day and night,

People only look at me with fear and fright.

I scare myself every now and then.

Oh when, oh when will this end?

I bite my lip, I chew my tongue,

What on Earth did I do wrong?

If there is one thing people see,

They see the attention side of me.

The bit with the blade, the bit with the blood.

The bit with the smiles as burnt as wood.

Have you ever looked at me to see,

The crying child inside of me?

Have you ever tried to believe,

What your eyes would only deceive.

When you paint a picture, a picture of me,

There is only the gore that you see.

The bit with the blade, the bit with the blood,

The bit with the smiles as burnt as wood.

Now take the time, look at me.

The attention seeking side of me…

Is it still there? In your eyes.

Because now in a box, my body lies.