There’s confusion in my eyes
My heart’s wearing a disguise
As I sit and stare
Into thin air
The screen is off yet I still rage
About some bitch from some fiction’s page
Her pimpled head I’d love to squash
Or flay her skin till it strips right off
My hands bend into a claw
I start to hunch and clench my jaw
Then like a whirlpool
It turns in and my rage cools
And I realise that
The one I spat poison at
Is just a reflection of me
And the parts I don’t want to see
Hate turns in and I curse my form
Wonder why I can’t be more like the norm
And not some misogynistic prick
Who can’t reach out ‘cause their skin’s too thick
And I turn to stone
So much better off alone
Away from people anyway
I prefer Spirits any day
So I turn and ask him why
‘To return to me’ is his reply
His eyes are large and his smile strange
And if I could just rearrange
Yet he feels like I’ve come home
His reaching hand so much like my own
Glowing heart all aflame
And he knows my secret name
As our fingers intertwine
Mine in his and his in mine
Something shifts and is not the same
Somehow I am me again
© AM (Xander) Hunter April 2020
Green and Grey 