I argue my case before you
Has my point been made?
I question – how long have I been speaking?
Then the expression
Both bewildered and at the same time disinterested
Though never cruel – not intentionally – I’m convinced
You have no idea what I’m talking about.
What more should I expect?
No one’s life interests you more than your own.
Knowing each other the way we do
I should do better to protect myself.
For every time you give me that look, it carves a hole in my gut
A hole big enough to suck in the world
(Perhaps I am not cut out for this)
All those years with a nose in a book
All those years a pupil at your feet
All to be cut down by a look
(It may be time to take up a new profession)
I steal myself for one last foray
For my final test is your searing glare
I will find my resolve
I will discover my voice, my security
And because of you, perhaps in spite of you,
I will discover my place in this world