I look ahead with longing eyes
When I long for some admiration thrown at me.
Sometimes I mismatch roles of persons
And cry on shoulders, looking for affirmation.
I like to imagine them scrambling
To get more of me.
Digging deep within my chests
Of endless treasures,
Treasures I like hidden
Except to a certain few.
Like those who are more familiar
With empty stomachs.
They savor every bit of meat given to them-
Like the way I would gnaw
When stability seems like a possibility.
Maybe I'm just a dog waiting for a bone.
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