I have been occupied
Like the sign on a toilet cubicle
I have been subjected to your ridicule
Your voice comes and goes
like the wind that blows
Maybe my heart was hollow
and needed to be possessed
but now I cannot rest.
I have been occupied
Like the sign on a toilet cubicle
I have been subjected to your ridicule
Your voice comes and goes
like the wind that blows
Maybe my heart was hollow
and needed to be possessed
but now I cannot rest.
Man kind?
I have a hard exterior
I feel inferior
I have never heard of unconditional love
conditions have always existed
behave
be good
do what you should.
If only I could
be the person you’d love all the time
and my thoughts were no crime
I am a man
I maybe kind
but suffering is why
because I know I cry
behind the mask
and tasks
are hard if you don’t why you’re different
and love is the only answer but it’s frightening
because it won’t be offered if your strange or different
and this is evident
from what I have experienced.
so I look to myself
for my own mental health
and kindness
to be a loving friend to myself…
One day I might live up to being a toy character
out of paw patrol
or hey dougie
A wizard or witch who has mastered the
art of magic
instead of tragic
rock star
or a burnt out old poet
maybe I will be reincarnated as Pegasus
to fly on by
in the clear blue sky
with fluffy clouds
one day I might be a superhero of my own making
in a graphic novel
or a saviour of person trapped in a hovel
I am definitely in awe
of people who aren’t bores
what are we if we can’t dream
of being better?
and writing our own stories and letters
to our imagination.