What you can't see

I hate this insincerity.
It eats me from the outside and gnaws at me from the inside,
Taking slowly the little heart I have left.
I have to clean up the emotional messes everyone makes
And have no time for my own.
They try to understand me, but just end up judging me
and giving the prescription before the patient is even tested.
They all exceed in the things they do, or don’t do.
I am just on the sidelines, waiting for my name to be called
but wanting to give up and leave the pointless game.
I just want to run away where no one knows my name.
And no one gives a damn
about what I don’t and can’t.
I want to sleep in the shadows
and be hidden from their piercing eyes,
escape from the gallows
Away from the cold that draws nigh.
Like crushing flowers to get the color
but gathering only bleeding hearts.
A wooden swing cut from the core
sways empty over unmarked charts.
Going nowhere to pass the time,
running to escape their lies.
A long red ribbon marking the distance
the flawless smooth flowing to entrance
the weak, not me.
Keep trying, you'll never catch what you can’t see.