THE MAN IN THE IRON MASK PART I
I hate myself,
I tell myself at times,
But do I really?
I hate who I am,
I hate some of who I’ve become,
That much is true.
I feel a failure,
Lazy, weak, spineless, empty
A faker, to boot.
No adult inside;
Rather, a 16-year-old
Who’s not yet grown up.
And doesn’t want to be
So he says, “Leave me alone,”
Even to his ego-self.
He hates adult life;
Duties, decisions, stances,
And hates even more
Missed teenage life,
No wild oats sown, no fearless fun,
No adventurousness.
No bits of playboy
For the man in the iron mask
Of caged emotions.
Of course he’s angry
And angry beyond that, too
For all those reasons.
And now? He’s at
His emotional break point
Sans guarantees.
In the iron mask.
April 28, 2012
