My Disdain For Me Poem by Duncan Standard

These are the facts about me.
The unsolicited truths I keep hidden behind my hazel eyes and metaphors.
One.
I am exactly what I seem.
There is no mask,
No cloak,
No smoke and mirrors to distract.
I just tend to present myself the same way a ringmaster would present the elephant balancing on the giant ball.
It distracts from the fact that I am little more than a side show attraction.
Two.
I am little more than a side show attraction.
A pincushion for your hate,
Your rage,
The pain you need to share.
Pass me your hurt and anything else you need to be rid of in whatever way is best for you.
Three.
I.
Am.
Stronger.
Than I will ever let you know.
Its not just the immortality,
Not even the inability to process even the slightest possibility that I can be killed.
The only fear I have is that I am not wrong and I may one day have to accept and watch as you leave me in this world,
Once again alone,
Without your perfect soul to guide me.
Four.
I meant what I said in two,
I would take upon myself all of your darkest energies,
The blackest of your internal shadows.
Absorb that pain into these shards of discolored glass through which I watch you dance.
Five.
I am by no means worth it.
I will never be worth your time.
I am a waste.
A loser.
A disappointment to everyone that has ever had a reason to place their faith in me.
Five.
I am not a safe bet.
Five.
I will never be a safe bet.
Five.
I will never compare to you.
Five.
I will always let you down.