I hate so much, I tear apart
all the good inside my heart.

I look at others and in them I see
All the glory I can never be.
How can I even begin to belief
that there is anything
but lonelyness for me?

Out in the shadow
The cold and the rain
hides my selfpity
in agony and shame.

Sexually perverted
drained to the bone
lusting for life
that is not my own.

(I started this poem
with filth in my head
and all that came out
was sadnes instead)

I want so much to be seen as me
I want so much to be completely free.