Mood Music

What am I?
Paper. White. Self Absorbed.
Blank.
As ugly as they come
As guarded as your deepest darkest secret.
But I mean so little.
These little red ropes
Sinew and flesh, bind me till I scream
My ties, I can let them go.
And the world is blue.
Its brilliant, and fading
Like the last golden embers on the edge of a wish.
There is no escape, though.
I know it, even if I lie.
And it hurts so much
And they dont care.
It cuts me like no other knife.
Like a knife dipped in white fire
Spread out under the sky and open your eyes.
Breathe in your life, sweet gulps of music
Why do they touch me?
If I'm ugly, if I'm worthless.
Get your hands off me.
I'll kill you
I'll rip you apart.
Don't ever touch me.
Don't even try to know me.
Whoever you are
Whether I love you
Whether you're the stranger on the road
What gives anyone the right?
Does it matter?
Nothing really matters to me, Mamma.
Nothing.

Platform

I sit alone on a wooden bench
I watch the sunlight on cement
I watch the shadows on the ground
I watch the swirling merry go round
Children laugh and scream in pain
The child inside me starts to wain
I weep for memories that walk on by
I watch them as they start to die
Walk away if you want to live
I have nothing left to give
A blank page to colour in
That is all that I've ever been

Rhymes are always better when they're funny. Oh well.