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...