Penelope

This is not me speaking, jelly for my thoughts, each day my bones reach, a serious fall from grace, cast adrift forlorn, no wonder need to create, make a fool of reason, laugh if I get caught, splintered axe of seasons, you might rear and quake, fake absence at my calls, when I scream and shake, aware of your treason, sometimes ask why am born, fearing true believers, measure the lousy stakes, ditch a fear of being torn, am no widow maker, don't you dream of empathy, sitting on a wall, I'm not here to please, hardly here at all.