green coat.

deep, seducing eyes.
cold, judgemental, yet with so much capacity to love.
one day.

you push me, right to the edge,
and then you lay your hand on my arm.
to the point of hysterical, its hard to see how
you have no idea who you are.

you don't walk; you strut.
you don't smile; you smirk.
you don't laugh; you sneer.
and yet; people love you for it.

they love you too much.

sharp heels, clicking on the linoleum floor.
how ironic. you fit in because you have to,
but not for long.

you carry a resilient storm
to protect you from the rain, an admired accessory.
its doesn't stop you
from hurling thunder, lightning, hail
at others - tell me, when do you go too far?

we aren't like you.
words hurt, actions wound
like splinters, shards of glass.
or maybe thats just me.