True beauty comes from within,

but I feel uncomfortable in my skin.

Lost in the woods, I am damaged goods.

Drifting from morning to mourning, I am

lost in this chaos and confusion that is

known as my life. Hope is for fools like me

who have nothing else to believe in. Hope

is for fools like me who need something to

believe in. Cupid is my very stupid best friend

and I am looking forward to the end of days.

Love bites and yet life still hurts like labor pains.

I am learning to let go and loosen the reins on

everything that I have attached myself to. One

of the days, I come out of the closet and embrace

life even if it means accepting reality for what it is.