What's Better Built to Swallow

squeeze... 

That bitter pill is hard to swallow, 

Blistering back my urge to slam my nails deep, 

Flesh into Flesh

Skin into Skin

A wiser man would tell me to walk away,

but i don't... 

Because I don't get to make those choices

I am born to rust

I am built for burden

With the sooth-for-say on my back

Load upon load of exoskeleten rides high up, 

Hanging wreathes of insecurity 

Dripping mad with loss and indignity. 

Humanity calls, the big decision,

Whilst I sit humble I may as well give up

No one sees me.

So, when eyes are turned I can easily be buried. 

Long to forget everything that I ever wanted.

Those passions spent, alone in the dark, in the loneliest hour,

I will keep them a secret and they will reign in shadows,

If only,

If only, 

I was neither girl nor boy, here nor there

Maybe

just maybe I could be...

I could walk these streets and trudge on pavement, crawl on floors

But never truly see what freedom sees. 

Curtains on me, curtains on you. 

Who am I supposed to be? 

You? 

You. 

You!