Blended Days Poem by Michael Webb

Sitting in a scarce room
Evading the world outside
Watching the wall
Until I go blind

My hair is falling out
With the slightest touch
All I want is to be alone
I don't ask for much

Outside slowly dims
Reminding me of yesterday
I don't feel any emotions
So there is nothing to say

Don't push conversation
Because you won't get it out of me
Just leave me sitting here
Don't tell me how things should be

Life for me has turned gray
As the clouds that hover over
There is no happiness
If I have to be sober

I'm so dysfunctional
Because I don't want to fit
With your pretend laughter
Or your prewritten scripts

I can't tell whether you like them
Or if you hate their every fiber
So I watch through the window
And try to decipher

In front of them
A smile perfectly placed
When they leave
It is hatefully replaced

I choose not to involve myself
Standing at a distance
Watching you all dance
With outstanding repetition

Sitting by myself
Hoping to escape
Lock myself inside
And draw the drapes

Forgotten years
Memories bittersweet
Rubbing my tired eyes
Begging for a little sleep

For a dream is my outside
Where I control the direction
So forgive me if during the day
You fall out of my attention

Hidden, silent and away
Listening to time ticking
So If I could disappear
Would any feelings be missing

You can take everything in
Making assumptions forever
But I will not hear
My ears have been severed

When will I become freed
If not today then when
Tomorrow is an option
But then again