Diary of A Misfitting Misfitter.

1/6/07
He had enough.
Holding it all back.
On the outside he's tough.
Its really what he lacks.
&& looking in the mirror now.
He traces
His faces.
In the smokey mirror, never wondered why, just how.

1/10/07
How can kids mock your race?
How do you defend youserlf against the hate?
How will he get through another day?
How will he ever find his way?
And the kitchen knife,
Looks so nice.
Sitting on the sink gleaming,
Wanting his blood, wanting his being.

1/12/07
His pulse quickens
which each drop in the kitchen.
Mom won't be home till five,
I've got plenty of time to hide.
But time he really didn't have,
Because the next day it called again for the sad,
Lonely boy.

1/29/07
Now its gotten to be an addiction.
Every night, same knife, same kitchen.
At first when it slices the skin
He feels his soul from deep within.
But then it soon fades,
and he's left there, his debts paid.

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2/14/07
Today he had enough.
Of looking tough.
He was through
paying his dues.
He went to his mom
and told her everything
it disinigrated like an atom bomb.
They both cried and everything changed.

He went to a few years therapy
He didn't mind really
The year after that
his dad came back

He felt overwhelmed by joy.
No more need to be coy
He could be himself
Screw the people putting him on a shelf!

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1/13/07
He wakes up
his scares still red and puckered
across his wrists shut.
His breath his horse his feels punched, suckered.
He cries and moans.
It was only a dream
[more screams]