Poem

Your every desire is known to me...

All your darkest secrets,
and every ounce of hate;
your every thought...

I know intimately.

When you are alone,
I am with you;

We are not in competition

This is just my gift to write

I love when you offer opinion,

it's your God given right

but when you say,

Am I beauty's definition in these robes of chains

You keep me down, locked and caged.

I'm sorry I can't be your painting of attainted perfection

we tell each other everything

our relationship is amazing

we have laughed with each other

In my mother’s eyes, I am a failure
I am why she cries
the reason for every tear
the truth is plain to see
She gave birth to her misery
I am a failure, in my mother’s eyes.

My fair weather friends have all gone in hiding
leaving me alone, thrashing all my dreams
robbing my sanity, crushing my esteem