Sometimes I don’t care
This person is a character
So are you
We’re trapped in a play
We’ve memorised all the lines
Repeat them so often
We forget it’s a lie
We’re walking around a dream
Naming the absurd
So we think we know
Just because we know the word
But children cry when they’re not fed
And adults decay without their beds.
We have to keep ourselves going
That’s most of life
But going for what?
What’s this dream about?
Sick of trying to contain reality
Sick of trying to trivialise truth
Just because you put it in words
Doesn’t mean they really understand you
We all know the definition of these single words
Rape
Theft
Torture
Enslavement
Elation
Climax
Skydiving
Cappuccino
But we don’t all know these things
We all know the phrase “lose it all”
But how many of us have experienced such a fall?
We package into neat sentences
What can never be said
So the other person can just as quickly
Nod their head
So you stitch up your lips
And grow ever sick
Now you might be trying to figure out what I’m trying to say
Which social issues to relate
Or wondering at the utility of these words
Why should you hear them?
Who do they serve?
I’m just saying….
Frankly
I’m bored
Of looking into empty irises
With pinprick pupils
That dart from side to side
As the cornea glazes over
Sisters of assumption
Screaming in their pulpits
Cry cry
Never snide
Bowlderise
Take a stab at guessing
Another shot at pretending
Head to the wall
Head to the wall
What’s that call?
Lose it all?
Starting to fall..
Words.
How I hate you.
Love you.
Make you.
Take you.
Break you
Into
Cla-ri-fy-ing
Bits of sounds
That say nothing
Mean nothing
But I’m still speaking
Still writing
Struggling on
Through stitched lips
And I will continue
I still care a bit
Hannah Fitzpatrick Creative 