Bored Poem by Essie Ops

I blink.
I sigh.
I look down—
and cry.

For all I am,
for all I've done.
I'm bored—
so out of my mind.

Am I sick?
Am I crazy?
To crave, to hunger,
to need the burn of attention?

But will it be enough?
Will what I take—
what I steal—
keep me steady, keep me whole?

Or will I sink,
drown in their smiles and nods,
pleasing them, bending—
while my own heart wilts and groans?

So tell me—
what must I do
to feed this restless greed?

For all I am,
for all I've done,
I'm bored.
So out of my mind.