I stare in the mirror and I hate what I see
There stands a girl smiling, but she isn’t me

Who is this girl who I see her reflection?
Not a scar, not a blemish, or any imperfection

She has Brown Hair, Brown eyes, and Dark complexion
That’s not the issue,  that’s not the discretion

She is strong. She is pretty. She’s brave I clearly see.
But something is missing, this girl, she still is not me.

I keep staring at her longer and longer, I know her inside and out,
However, when i stare at her, something still feels left out

She looks so beautiful wearing the dress, bow, and the heels
But Inisde I want to *****, this doesn’t feel real

The sun has now set and i'm Alone in the dark,
This mirrors reflection feels like a dagger to the herat

I've stood and pondered at this mirror all day
I feel choked, and blocked and have a clogged airway

In order to breath, I punch the glass and shout
“Everyone seems so happy, why am I left out?”

I look at my knuckles all covered in blood and bruised
I’ve figured it out now, I’m not confused.

Breaking the mirror make me look broken and shattered
And that’s exactly the point, that’s exactly the matter

I am broken, because the pieces don’t fit quite right
She is me, but also she's not, that’s the problem, the problem in sight

I ran down the stairs and I grabbed my scissors
I didn’t show weakness, I wasn’t a quitter

I chopped and I buzzed, and I threw all my hair on the floor
This was the end of the battle, I have won the war

The reason she was a stranger,
Was the reason I had so much anger

The reason I felt so wrong
Was the reason I had to be so strong


The reason I didn’t recognize the person looking back at me
Was because she was he, and he wasn’t free

But he was now, he had finally broke out
He was loud, and very much alive, there was no doubt

I stared at the mirror again with pieces missing all about
This had taken 24  years, why did I block him out?

I finally see, everything so clear and true
He was so handsome, If only I had knew

Broken and damaged ,Mirror Mirror, on my wall
Dominic, that’s it, that is what I will be called

Everyday is a simingly excruciatingly effort filled battle only to try and keep breathing

Every night faces a new chronological challenge of melancholy memories during a time better than now

Every hour that passes lies as a gentle reminder of again how far behind humanity is in the lack of generosity and kindness towards others

Every minute that builds a new enemy is made; weather that be an internal demon or external ghost

Every second that the clock continuously clicks the minutes, hours, days, and nights all blend into an overwhelming stew of abundant nothingness

Time: something that is never enough yet also too much. A damper on the ****** and a blessing for the blessed.

Time: days, nights, hours, minutes, and seconds that is none of our control

Time: Time

There was snow on the ground so I grabbed a coat
Nothing abnormal, nothing to note

Or so I thought but I remembered you
The things you said and the things you do

Twenty years down the road and I felt my stomach sinks
I remebered you showing me to hold my cuffs, I think

You did indeed with those small arms of mine
You said "hold on to the cuffs of your shirt and pull, itll be fine"

So I did as I was told,
I didn't want to be cold

And correct you were, my coat was on just right
I didn't have to try again, it was on perfect and tight

I remembered this moment now, as my coat was crinkled and loose
Why did I have this memory, I didn't get to choose

You ruined my life and I hate you for that
Today was not the day for a panic attack

No father-daughter dances, no yelling when I kissed a boy
No screaming because I won't quit playing with my toy

In prison you now are, growing old and weak
I can't help but wonder, I can't help but seek

I need answers and not the same old lies,
Why didn't you love me, why do I still cry?

I'm twenty-three, and I still crave your love
Was I bad, or too ugly, or did you forget a glove?

Sometimes I still want to see you and talk
Sometimes I still miss you, your voice, and your walk

But I don't though, not really, I just think I do
I just want my heart mended, what I need is glue

I sometimes feel bad, but for you and not for me,
I'm everything I ever hoped for, something you'll never see

Twenty-three years and your kid is still scarred
What you left is unfished and you're behind bars

I am grateful to you for giving me life,
Everything else is dead, give me a knife

I met a friend and a friend met me
In a land where I was lost, two boys became free

A new friend, a new pal, a new buddy and me
Went searching for life and adventure, full of utter glee

I loved his pajamas, worn by this new friend of mine
He wore them always, every day, all of the time

We sat and played and talked with his face always black
He was always starving so I brought him snacks

Fences and pajamas kept this boy from me,
So he brought me a pair so I could come see

Dark black and grey charcoal were the strips I now wore,
If only I had known was ugliness I was in for

This boy was the same yet so different that I,
but now we looked liked brothers, what I soon saw made me cry

These weren’t bad humans but they were so sick and sad
Why were they locked here in the ***** land of the bad?

I did not understand I was confused and so scared
These were not pajamas I now knew and I was not prepared

The soldiers yelling at us and called us names,
In the distance, I could see smoke and flames

Screaming and crying, boys with shaved heads
This was the end for us, hanging on by a thread

I missed my momma, my daddy too.
What was happening? I had no clue

To a room, we were lead with people all sick and weak
Dark and depressing raining falling on my cheek

Then there was a smell, gas, smoke, and ash,
And that’s the end of the story for a boy, his Jew friend, and their inevitable crash

Love is an intense feeling of deep affection.
But the world love doesn't even come close to describing the feelings I'm harboring inside myself.
The love they portray in movies and authors write about in novels sure does exist.
It's real.
It's deep.
It's passionate.
It's indescribable.
Yet, here I am trying to describe the intense emotional connection I share with my girl, partner, my soul mate, and my best friend.
Since I met my girl, my life has been happier than ever.
Constant struggles of ups and downs, not sure what is to come next seemed to fade because of my girl.
I post pictures of my girl frequently and every word that comes out of my mouth is somehow related to her, but honestly it;s just because I am indeed completely, utterly, without a doubt, entirely, in love with her.
My girl gives me a sense of stability and trust for the first time in my twenty-two year life.
My girl gives me the feeling of always having someone who understands me fully, and is dedicated and faithful to only me, care for me, supports me in all the decisions I make, and most importantly, only wants to see me happy and successful. That, my friends, is my girl.  
My girl blesses me every day with the most amazing emotion a human can bear. Well that, and knowing that I am the utmost luckiest human alive because not only was I blessed with my girl, but she is also beautiful beyond measure. I'm still in awe of her every single day that passes. And yes, I suppose we call it love but it is so much more than that. It's euphoric. It's millions of little words that make up one huge feeling and emotion. So, with that being said, I'm sorry I'm not sorry for finally finding the truth and happiness that being in love has to offer. I am also not sorry to be publicizing and sharing my love with the world. I cannot wait to build a future with my girl and to watch our relationship blossom and continue to grow.
My girl, I love you.

Insomniac

My head races
My heart pounds
I lie quietly and observe the sounds

I can not stop thinking
No matter how hard I try
It’s like I’m on drugs, all I want is to cry

However I don’t,
I hold myself back
Tonight is not the night for a panic attack

I feel drunk
Nothing is as it seems
All I can remember is flashes of awful memories

I am a failure
And I am gay
Only a few reasons I’m feeling so astray

Soon enough I’ll feel better
All the pain I have will fade
I’m so sick of having to always be afraid

Alone in the dark
All my tears stream about
Everyone seems so peaceful, why am I left out?

I hate being so selfish
It really isn’t fair
People have it so much worse, I don’t really compare

Hours have past now
The sun has now rose
I can feel the release as I start to doze

Finally to sleep I soon shall go
I feel better having had some time to think
That is until it feels like I’m going to sink

I close my eyes
And soon I’m long gone
Good morning world, it’s a new dawn