Wasted Ink
Hayden Smith

I’m learning things about myself
I have yet to come to terms with.
I see sides of myself in the space
of others.
Humans bring out the worst of me,
some call it jealousy.
I contradict myself. Some call it
a mistake, I call it heresy.

I am rarely wrong and less than
truthful.
If searching for compassion in my
eyes, your search will be less than
fruitful.
I perceive greatness when others
see only the lesser.
God undresser, space consolidate
contractor.

Breathe in what is you.
Spit out what is me.

Wasted youth is only wasted
in a literal sense.
Drift away. Waste away.
Wasted time. Wasted life.