Alone in my corner.
Where I was meant to be.
Where no one can taint me with their jokes.
Or raise their "iffy" hand gestures. 
And I no longer have to burn my throat
with the vomit of imperfection 
But you were supposed to care.
Accept me. All of me. 
Too much of me. 
So is this why you laugh?
Because I wobble and heave when I walk. 
Because no matter what I write,
or how smart I am,
your looks always give you the edge. 
If so,
then fuck off. 
Don’t touch,
Don’t fondle me
with your pathetic idealism of reality. 
And the truth, as it may be,
is not the truth.
But merely the fabrication of my world. 
Where I can take a stand against society.
Alone in my corner.
Where there is no one to stand against.

cori graham