You Are The Ick

You are the ick.

Beady eyes—

Always searching for a way in.

You are the ick

Red is your favorite color,

But it makes you look sick.

A bandwagonner—

Collecting others’ dreams, 

Wearing them as your own trophies.

You made a show of my entrance—

Escaping the attention you drew,

Leaving me holding the bags.

You are the ick.

You threw me to the ground—

Causing a distraction.

You are the ick.

I can’t stand your politics.

Your face.

Your hollow Jokes.

You’re a shadow—

Pretending to cast its own light.

I scrubbed my skin

With scalding water

To remove your ick.