I am subhuman though i act differently.
i am subzero in ongoing depletion.
i smile ’cause crying is all i’ve known
I half fit in but whole it will never be
If i lie enough i may believe as most do
that i am human and just a bit worn thru
i am the ink that neatly bleeds past the lines
i am a mistake that’s not yet corrected
i am the stain that refused to be lifted
I am the devaluing stock of a former life
i am a void of careful no things i’ve built
unable to share the weight of pain i carry
Nature loaded my gun then Nurture pulled the trigger
with my death foretold but i didn’t listen
So i painted my sky in vibrant hues
puffed white and stretched gray clouds
Surfed tidal waves, tornadoes and such
time met sand for days, weeks and years
trial of failed remedies that only half tame this
mania and depression, pure and mixed…
My world tumbles in derealization
fragments of memories under erasure
surreal bits and pieces of my survival
I am subhuman, half here and there
With no happy or ending just yet.
i am an obtuse angle in a square plane.