Exhibition

I want to cry

Staring up a wall 100x my height and the want for tears- a separational release from myself for just a moment

A wall that displays everything; failures, successes, goals, mistakes, fears, fires, faces--

faces of disgust, disappointment, shame, shyness a self-depreciative parade of satisfactory negativity

It would be easier to hide in anything, anywhere

I know what i expect of myself-- what must be done

But I wish I wasn't the one to have to do it

I wish I wasn't the one that was supposed to gouge it open, let it drip and ooze

Everyone's watching, everyone's thinking, criticizing, mocking-- appreciating, connecting? I'd be so lucky...