Kitten

This is me on the page rolling around like an idiot.

No one sees what lies within;
Ungodly pale and inhuman.
Not unhappy just misunderstood,
Trying to conform just does no good.
In art and verse I dare to try,
But harsh retorts will make me cry.
I unleash the color upon the page,
And write with words devoid of age
To try and understand myself a bit more,
And sneak out a window instead of a door.
The few who dare approach the freak
See that the monster is timid and meek
And more of a kitten than a savage soul;
These are the few that make me a whole.


Astatine 2-9-2010