When you look in the mirror,
What do you see?
Is it an Adonis,
All muscle and sinew?
The **** curves of Aphrodite?
Or the flab and puniness
Of my reflection?
Are you ever satisfied,
With what God gave you?
Could you ever look and think,
That is it, I’ve made it?
I don’t need your body shaming,
I do that on my own.
So goodbye to confidence
And hello to shame and guilt.
At not being what you want.
Unable to be happy in my own skin.

I am the quiet one sat with you whilst being on my own
I am the one sat with you that you do not see
I am the one working ten times harder than you every day of the week
I am the one who you look at and see freak, ******, odd
I am the one who doesn’t see what you want me to even though I look
I am the one who has layers of disguise
The spy who cannot come in from the cold
I am the one who keeps it inside what they want to say
I am the one who you will never truly know what makes me smile
am the one who needs to be released
The shackles of life if only broken
And lifting the mask to finally reveal
That finally without hesitation or thought
I am me, not you
I am one.

Seeing, looking wanting to be let in
Life on the edge
Of the fringes of society
But never quite being there
As a shadowy presence of luminous white
Flitting around with silent words
Observing how easy it is that your laughter
Is enjoyed by so many as my words go unheard
The ease of which you glide in and out of chatting
Weaving sonnets of magic
Esoteric word dances of laughter and light
The liquored ballads puncturing the air of ****** tension
For tonight you are the kings of comedy
And I sit on the edge; in and out.