To you it may seem like apathy, this watching, this waiting To me it seems like saving a life I look through everyone, finding the people I keep with me All fractured. I am drawn to the breaks, a pain junkie Knowing I have the power to heal but not the confidence to be able Hiding what I am, what I feel. I am not the person you know. I am something else. All you know of me is the kaleidoscopic reflections of my friends From each one I draw a piece of myself And arrange them in an elaborate persona so I don’t have to find myself People find me agreeable as I become their compliment. The opposite side of their coin. The yin to their yang. All the time I am watching, waiting. When they fall I pick them up. And feast on their goodwill. But now the guilt I carry with me overwhelms. Now the sleeper will awaken I will shine and I will fight Even though I know the price. As I’ve said before, my fatal flaw The love of loss.