Adrift

The social butterfly,
The hermit,
The lover the son the friend; pretend.

Paper Man

Origami organism,
Product of pain or darwinism

Wish nothing but joy;
But you’ve left me destroyed.

Sat atop a pedestal of peerlessness;
Look down, scoff, at all of their cheerfulness

You’re not leaving the house,
Looking like that.

Sting it will, and sting it must,
For traitors we must hold your trust.

The devil waits and sits and stirs,
Watching below for what must be hers.