Daily

stare into the eyes of a stranger
trying to find a hard edge
hoping the shadow will darken and spread
razors span across skin with hope in hand
anticipating to one day to look just like dad


betrayed by ones own vessel
dreams would be best left abandoned
reality tied tight beneath an ace bandage
scars forming, aching to be uncovered
for an image, one would gladly suffer

a biography that only a lie could tell
confusion, anger, and hate
feelings one finds hard to escape
needles, scalpels, stitches and skin
tools used to reveal what we feel lies within


HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO DIAGNOSE ME??
how can I be judged when one knows not what goes through my mind?
when they know nothing of my condition or even their own?
how could their god consider me a sin when they supposedly made me this way?
when will we just try to understand and be compassionate,
instead of push people away and separate one another?
When will we realize we're all human, a basic trait we all have in common.
how can we grow together as opposed to apart?
It seems when the lands separated, so did our hearts.