"Who are you? I ask. You are too hard to read. One moment you are there Happy, drooling with affection. Then you just disappear, and I find the angry, depraved being The silhouette of your existence, blurry. Corrupt shadows lurking On every wrinkle in your face. One day I feel infatuated, The world seems so … Continue reading Fickle


A Boy Like Me

They tell me I was lucky To be born A boy like me. They don't know the dread I am put through They don't know What it feels to be controlled By fear, by circumstances. But everyday I walk towards the same old tree. Sit on the swing, forever free.   My skin still tender. … Continue reading A Boy Like Me