Empty

Maybe
you don't see
what is really inside
you put me up
you put me in
glancing furtively in the
right direction
hoping more would come
all I have is a husk
an empty joke
grazed with a quiet sense of
self deprication
coated in the lies
I tell myself
although I never was much
good at it
only to myself dear,
and she to everyone
else
but I am the greatest
deciever
trying to believe there was
anything good left
other than failure
other than
a waste

my hands are empty
simply
covered in mud