Tuesday, December 14, 2010

forgettable

I wish
that I was
forgettable.
Thin as paper.
A tree
in life's background.

Sadly,
I stand here
in a room full of eyes
and realize
that they're
all trained
on me.

2 comments:

Chris Andrews said...

There are times when my inner introvert is at direct odds with my teacherness and I just want to be left alone.

Brent Vogelman said...

This poem reminds me of another work related poem that had to deal with an evaluation and is very Chris Andrews. I think this poem would fit in very well with your collection for Occupation. It's funny how we do things that aren't truly part of our nature. I might come off as an extrovert but I really am an introvert at heart so I can completely relate to this poem. I like the image of the paper and the tree considering both are related in that one comes from the other. I'm a little confuse by the "the" in front of life, but otherwise this is really good.