Monday, January 16, 2006

Writing poetry without thinking...continued

is this the life I had in mind?
is this the life you had in mind?

it eats away my human emotions,
it craves my insecurities,
it smiles when my blood flows...
how I hate myself sometimes.

what is the measure of success?
I know what the answer is,
but easily answered doesn't equate to easily accepted and lived-
I am no status quo
and hopefully,
hopefully I never will be.

I am apathetic-
I am selfish, ignorant and stubborn
and yet...
God loves me for who I am
and not for the flaws that stain my clandestine existance.