Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Who am I

this bloated wasted shell of man in agony.
twisted and contorted in teh way i see

this world so full of beauty now, but the beauty i sees forbidden wow

who am i

why must i fight and hate this other half of me
i don't do drugs or jack off now , i don't do porn or make out how

can i be, happily in this church i know is true,

when half of me sings praises to you the other half despises you, for keeping me away from love, you are the God above.

but it hurts, i hate myself the schism can't go on.

what can i fill myself with love

1 comment:

  1. I'm sorry things can be so hard. I often wonder what it's like for straight guys. How do they redirect their attractions to live a chaste life? I'm sure they have to do it, too. What are their standard coping mechanisms? Would they work for a gay guy like me?