me no. 2

oh the things you could have been
but most of all, you were scared
and every time a door would swing open
you'd flinch with the memory
of a door to the face and keep on wandering
down the hall
whistling against the thought of all alone

you will tell a lot of jokes
but take yourself entirely too seriously
in too-big ofxords,
and a badly butchered windsor knot
while people ignore the wild
scream of nature
emitting from your head
and the smell of carrion
forming in your presence