Never a harsh word is said against me
so I got an angel complex and thought you loved me
because you didn’t hate me.
You won’t spit your vitriolic curses or hurl words at me
and I used to think: I’m above the dirt you pour on others.
Soaring higher in the sky, I thought: you respect me.
Now. Now, I know.
It’s because I’m the background of your scene,
I didn’t feel like thinking of a title for this poem, but if you guys have any suggestions, let me know.
—NaPoWriMo poem #3