Not a poem for David Avocado Wolfe
I have tried so hard to think well of you
Tirelessly worked to make silk purses
When the silk was old and tattered
But there is something wrong with the way you see things
All you see is dark
And yet you talk of light
No-one can tell you how you really look
If you have never seen yourself
No-one can make you feel better
If you are determined not to feel at all.