Desolate

Of what use is it to have lived a life, 

if my past can't help my present?
What's the use of all this strife, 

if it can't make my future pleasant?

Why do you want to change me, 

are you not strong enough?
Why should I be who you want me to be, 

when I'm made of different stuff.

"Love them as they are" they said, 

I doubt if we knew what it meant.
Must've been like things we heard, 

the truth forces had it bent.

What you like in me today, 

you may loathe tomorrow,
why be so excited about being gay, 

every joy shall become a sorrow.

I learnt to be a chameleon once, 

but now I feel I'm so old.
I miss those early morning long runs, 

I miss being brave and bold.

The chameleon landed on a television screen, 

people were looking,
too many hues of blue, red and green, 

the blood started cooking. 

"Less lies leave less stress" they said, 

I doubt if they had put it to test.
My hair continues to shred, 

I still dream of the wild wild West.

The world taught me to change or to lie, 

and ease the pain,
now I stand with them balanced on a tie, 

am I the knot? What's this strain?

I doubt if friends would have made me feel light,
oh wait I'm sure they'd have hugged me tight.
I'm hugging my pillows and blankets tonight,
no friend to be heard of, not one in sight.

Hurt

He's a bloody animal living inside,
Residing in my heart, feeding on my pride.
He made me cry till my eyes dried,
My past is his spear, my memory his ride.

He's a bastard child of a relation,
The relation fell apart, he had no cessation.
He waved at me at every station,
I waved back in fear, travelling to damnation.

He's a cousin of guests infinite,
They all played dart, and left at late night.
He can't tell if it's dark or bright,
Long lived my blind dear, he knew no flight.

It was a tear that lost its way,
Forgot where to start, into blood did it sway.
He thought it was just a prey,
Then red turned clear, he melted away, like clay.

Surprised were many who always did pry,
All they got to hear was "Real men do cry".