unmoved

i am eveywhere!
rumors about me!
why don't they just let me live?
dreaming i have my unfeeling heart
wishing i'm numb!
people, digging my widening imperfection,
disgusted with myself
disgusted by my 18 year-old weakness
and i
i amn disgusted with them and their noise!
my clouds are lowering on the rain swept horizon
but before the iron grip of storm closed the
sun's eyes forever,
a faint glimmer of light
shafted across my turbulent way.
their wanton distracion left me unmoved!