Elucidating Questions

I’ve always hated my hands

Imagine if they hold some tale of the mockery my life is?

No marriages

Not that I even want to get married

I just want to be with someone

Marriage stopped being idyllic when my parents split up

And continues its stories of shame as I learn more about how my dad treated my mum

Does my hand explain why I’m alone?

I’m having one of those moments the silence gets to me

Colourful

Bright

And alone

Always enjoying the world around me

These others

Today my eyes are a green I cannot describe

If I didn’t do these little things

I’m just trying to get someone to notice me

Here I am, forever invisible

I wish someone was here to make me feel less invisible