nothing
like him
Does he have
desires?
�...this I know...�
feelings?
likes to... hands...
When I
Reject
his
hands...
advances
Does it cut him?
�I�ll run ya through, matie... ARGH!�
blood...
A week of peace
A weak of piece
Maybe I will
sever the ties
lies... cries...
�...incredibly mean to...�
everyone talks about him
They think they have him so figured out...
In our tiny universe
They build him up
into what they
never meant him to be
Maybe all the thought
I put into it
is
will never be
worth it
Under the green
Swishing of a nylon
poly blend...
Such a strong, strong
person?
man?
Weak child
Week child - Sunday
Playing his games
Pays the expected worship to the shiny people
Hiding himself
Maybe he is just
one of them
just as
mindless
a drone
a clone
Maybe it�s all just
wishful thinking...
And I suppose
I may be wishing it on
myself...
I try
not
to
be lie ve
I told myself
We needed each other
transformations
Maybe I could
help
him
BE REAL
In the end
maybe it will work
out for the better
He may stand,
brush himself off
and just
I need to
Walk away
leaves rustle... twigs snap...
- me
written 2nd semester, 99-00