Significant Others

Inferior to the faces hanging over me
You choose to join them, I remain unaccepted
So what’s left for us… paper mache conversations?
So what is left for us? Back to the nothingness we started at
I’ve devoted a world and you can’t spare me pity
Your words have threaded this web of rejection
I can only promise that I will unmask the faces hanging over me
(the only thing i will ever be is a memory)