This poem was inspired by "Siblings" by Patricia Smith. Not for any reason other than it talks about lots of siblings, and it reminded me of the part in Good Will Hunting when Matt Damon tells Minnie Driver that he has 12 brothers. So I wrote a poem from Minnie's perspective. Random, but whatever.
i'm sitting, watching him in defeat
he's standing,
slowly putting on his mask
i didn't mean to cause this
there are questions i can't ask
his childhood, his scars, his brothers
his feelings are not even an option
these parts of him are closed off
hidden
by the mask
sometimes i get close
it's like looking through the lens of a camera
and the image is fuzzy
and just as i'm about to focus it
the cap clicks on
the mask slips on
he doesn't come around too often
he makes me
sweat it out
wondering if i did something
wrong
but when we're together
we're happy
i hate that he thinks i'm like the others
there must have been others
right?
why else would he always insist on wearing
that ridiculous mask?
the mask that says he doesn't care
he's untouchable
sometimes i try to rip it off
out of frustration
but the harder i pull
the more stuck it be comes
i hope that one day
he'll trust me enough
he'll see that i am waiting
for the time
he finally lets me
in.
but
i
can't
wait
forever.
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