Myself

A poem about how I don't really like who I am and how in effect I assume others must hate me as well.

I feel that I have repressed

Far too much of my life

To ever justly protest

This misery so rife.

If only I would accept

The sins I have committed,

The tears that I have wept,

Or the times I have submitted.

If only I could be allowed

To live my life without fear

I would not cower in this shroud

Of silent agony and invisible tears.

But it is myself that I mistrust

It is myself that I fear

It is myself I disgust

It is I who find myself queer.

So until I befriend the one I hate

Until I can live with who I am

It is myself I will continue to sedate.

It is myself I will torture and condemn.

Reviews

one of the few rare and undiscovered gems in writerscafe. I love your insights and your craft.

good choice of words, good flow, good form and format, well imparted message.

A wonderful piece.

[RareRed]

Beautifully written. And take it from someone who's been there...it is possible to completely love yourself and be comfortable in your own skin!