Tell me about yourself
The face at the other end said,
"Tell me more about yourself."
I looked at the faceless face once again.
I began with my work, family, home and education,
He stopped me,
"No, I want to know about you, things about you that you have not so far said or written."
My mind took a spin around before I burst out.
"Thank you, I am a person,
I have the five senses,
that tenses every time I am pushed,
and every time pretense wins.
wallets more of a receptacle,
my struggles to others a spectacle,
outcast was the name of my fashion
though my heart was always filled with passion,
was given a lot of stare,
when I starved but never a care.
denied even my unfair ration,
left to rut and rot in tarnation,
was told not to lament,
eat alone all the torment,
inside me I carry a torrent,
out it flows sometimes in a gush, ardent,
into a multitude that were too ignorant,
I moved from chant to rant,
wishing for a save,
for once not to be called naive,
I never was lame,
tried always to reclaim
but they still threw on me all the blame
I am not the same.
I can never be the same.
When I was young,
and when I fell down, crying, unable to get up
faces asked me to grow up,
So I got up,
I grew up,
I fucked up,
the weight on my chest stacked up.
Now I must learn again, how to stand up.
I wished -"