The Scarecrow

His head did no thinking

His arms didn't move except when the wind cut up

Rough and mice ran around on the ground

He stood in a field where barley grows

Being careless and numb is a sick feeling. Surrounded by everyone picking on you and you just dont want to care. It is true it can be a great defense but when it happens everywhere and all the time it just makes a strange feeling of... non-existing. If you cant react or feel or communicate with actually anyone the normal way you want to, how can you know youre even there? Without other people you cant be sure of anything. At least thats what I feel.

I hate you, dont leave me!

I could tell you anything I wanted and I know you are still reading this. I could explain about my feelings and things I've done and the way I think... but I'm starting to realize you wont get it anyway. They call me cold and distant, I guess theyre right, but I cant help being the way I am. Even if I told you my most horrible secrets it wouldnt feel like I'm being honest... or that I'm actually there telling about it. I'm not really aware of my existence anymore.

All I can do now is argue and fight and hurt your feelings. I want to tell you it's not me, it's not what I want for real. I want to seem like a good person and be like you. I want someone to notice! Where's the attention? Am I invisible?

The black and green scarecrow is sadder than me
but now he's resigned to his fate
'cause life's not unkind
He doesn't mind