Candy Apples

I long for understanding
as I slowly slip away
I long for empathy
as I shiver in the dark
I long for compassion
as I reach for your heart
I long to be treated human

You look right though me
You self-absorbed pile of shit
Seeing only what you need
To collect your precious candy apples
What is glazed over,
Yet still rotten to the core?

I sit here on the ground
on the corner right where you live
Wrapped in dirty swaddling clothes
Protected by a chainmail of fears

I chant aloud at the world
Yet you do not hear
You step right over me
As I prophesize a warning for you.

When you look past the end of your nose
Into the world beyond.
See Me.
I am here.

-Rebekah Faith