The party

Do you think I like the party?
Oh of course you would, that's right
I forgot. You can't see.
A black blindfold is covering your eyes
Always smiling and running with eyes closed
Like a reanimated corpse.

Do you think I like the party?
No, I absolutely without a shadow
Of a doubt, with complete certainty
I can state I
Hate
It.

Do you think I like the party?
The vile blind creatures pitifully
Stumbling back and forth like
Lost children, hiding under blindfolds
With the marks and scars of what they
Do when the lights are out displayed
For all to see as they dance like frenzied winds.
No I don't like the party

Do you think I like the party?
I am only here for you
No one else
Trying to save you, trying to make
You see, to burn away that damn cloth
That covers your eyes and stare you in the face.
To look you in the eyes and finally wonder
If you can truly see me.

Do you think I like the party?
No but I can lie better than you
Because you hate it too.

Another old poem that I'm finally getting around to posting... ^_^; enjoy :)