I am an easy target.
Emotions are always wrong.
Take them from my body,
And call my feelings wrong.
Question me.
Tell me I’m not real.
Because my emotions
Are wrong.
I am not simple
So I am wrong.
Twist me and dump me
Back in my hole.
Wad me up.
Forget all the wrong
I am
As you watch
Me disintegrate,
Alone,
In the dead pool
Of your disgust.
stillfugue 
#1 by timkeen40 on January 5, 2011 - 11:03 pm
Good poem. I am not simple, so I am wrong.
Good post!
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#2 by Carl on January 5, 2011 - 11:07 pm
Thank you, Tim. You are kind to read and generous to comment!
#3 by Luke Prater on January 7, 2011 - 10:00 am
Strong, evocative stuff. I felt sad upon completion actually. Which I think means the poet’s done a good job
Luke @ WordSalad
#4 by Carl on January 7, 2011 - 7:51 pm
Luke, thank you for your kind words. It means a great deal.
#5 by onelovelexy on January 8, 2011 - 5:27 pm
Blunt. In your face. I like it.
#6 by Carl on January 8, 2011 - 11:05 pm
Thank you for reading and thank you for your comment.