Voices on the Wind Obscure Voices
Donít Bother Me by m.e.jackson Donít bother me or nag me with your incessant noise. I am who I am. You do not interest me. Your perfection stands on end like a wooden cane looking for a limp. I see my reflection, know you are wrong. I can go on. You are nothing more than another self reaching for existence. Sheltered behind my image, you wait for a chance to emerge. The god Thorazine forces you to hide along with other nonentities. Donít bother me. I have no need of your ministrations. Take your smile, your platitudes. Disappear into your world of twilight and illusion.