i am the spider in the corner of your room
what did i do wrong?
we haven’t even spoken a word to each other
although it’s true i don’t speak your language
but you want to kill me
is it just because i have more legs than you? more eyes?
is it that im small and you know you could crush me?
i understand that im different
i understand different can be scary
but you really dont know anything about me
and you don’t want to learn
you’re comfortable in your world of snap judgments
your world where you are right
so i must be wrong.
i’ve learned to live with my reputation
i’ve evolved the speed and wits with which to dodge what you throw at me.
shoes.
newspapers.
words.
i’ve developed the ability to block out your world
because i know ill never be able to join it,
your world effortlessly full of color and light and friends
i focus on my small corner
the one that you’ve confined me to
i weave my web
in hopes of adding something exciting
in hopes that someone, anyone will notice
that im here
that im alive
that maybe, i matter
that maybe, your hatred is unfounded
that maybe, i even deserve
to be loved
that maybe, i could be more than just the spider
in the corner of your room