Irony
Deep inside me lies horror paintings
As a son, a brother, a friend but more importantly as a person.
Am I a fool to not know what love is?
Am I a fool to not recognise warmth?
Am I a fool to see that no one cares?
The truth.
I am foreign to the idea that I am seen.
Just a figure that walks through life as a pillar of strength, hope and inspiration for others.
Its funny how I’ve met so many people in my life and I have yet said someone was really there for me.
Forgive me for I sound ungrateful but if I can’t express my truth what’s left of me?
While I can feel our bodies touch and we share our life problems,
I was able to reach deep into your soul and provide comfort.
And when you try to help me,
every word was heard but not even one was felt.
A vicious cycle for over 20 years.
I learned how to heal myself.
Provided my own medicine, band aids and therapy.
This was no choice I have.
Simply forced into.
No I am not crying out for help.
Just a prayer that one day
A person can give me comfort like how I give others.
