The Pitiful One

Tara M. Clapper

There goes
your pity in
My angry
Uninvited space.
And what was there
That makes you squirm
Like 1000 undetectable nails
Into your changed
And shadowy body?
And yes, I keep some love letters
And the so I don't hate you letters.
Pink and blue for
Girls and Boys.
Things don't cut clear,
When do I get
To trade you in?
Stop your pity
for my inexcusable unease
for the 'you're not a person'
and
'I don't take you seriously.'
Even if I am
A senseless sack
of emotional
shit,
Play me now.
I can never sing.

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Tara M. Clapper is a freelance writer living in the Philadelphia area. The author steadily produces material for content sites and private clients while pursuing a Masters in Publishing part time. Tara s...  View profile

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