by Harold Millican

Agonizing depression
Hurt to core
In rhythmic succession
Pounding in the heart of a bruised decapitated soul
Longing for love to make me whole
Unrelenting sadness covered with a joyful facade
Beneath everything odd
I am so sick and tired of being myself
In a world that puts individualism on a shelf
I really hate the way the world is
I feel like I'm just killing time or I may be blind forever
laying my heart on the line

It's really really degrading and sad
to be everyone's play toy and
be the object of ridicule constantly
When I'm just a boy, a male human being
I'm Finished
I'm Finished


Posted on 11/07/2007
Copyright © 2020 Harold Millican

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Elizabeth Seago on 11/18/07 at 05:20 PM

I love this piece. It feels like a Rufus Wainwright song. As I'm reading it, I'm imagining his voice laced in with each syllable. Great write!

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