So many damaged people
Why are we so hurt
Ruined
Rained on?
We joke about dark, crude things
So we feel better
But it makes us feel worse about ourselves-
Guilty
*****
Unloved-
Because really all of this is a pleading,
A cry of the soul
For love.
See me
Do you know who I am?
No,
Because I wear a mask.
Like an XBOX avatar
You see the me that I put on
But not my soul.
Now we see through dark glass
Then, face to face.
See my mien,
See me,
And I'll be appreciated and loved
Or abandoned.