Acupuncture From A Madman Poem by Ellen Shaw

You can't tell me there is a point to all this
bullshit rolled into one,
stamped in and spread
across the doormat
of my life,
you can't tell me things always work out
a bit further down the line,
when all that lies further down is
the wriggling baited temptation
which I bite...
hook straight through my mouth,
you cannot tell me that friendship really matters
when it always stays behind,
Loyally watching my back
just waiting for the right moment
to stab deep
between the shoulder blades,
you know that you can't tell me that the hole of loneliness
will shrink into a pin prick,
lets say a thousand or more
waiting for me to fall straight back into it
acupuncture by a madman,
I don't know how you can tell me a broken heart
does heal,
when I know hearts don't get broken,
they get stolen
tramped around the country,
you even dare to tell me that I just need a little anger,
a little hate,
to clear my head
would it make you happy if I hated the world?
with a flamed beacon set it alight?
You can't tell me that I will be happy
when I stop being a silly little girl,
In my youth the child waits
behind eyes that see too much
as adults look down in pity
at the child that never was,
I'm just waiting for you to catch up,
you can't tell me that there is a point to all this
bullshit rolled into one,
that's smeared across my naked body,
that has roamed the country,
knife in back,
giving into the temptation,
to receive acupuncture from a madman