I used to put on a game face
to meet the world.
Like Eleanor Rigby,
I kept it by the door
so I could grab it
every time I went out.
But now I find my own features
have been too long behind that mask;
They find it hard to relax and soften,
to adapt to the changes,
to adopt the appropriate responses
to events and conversations,
thoughts and feelings.
I want to change the face I wear,
the way I change my mind.
I want to change my self-image,
the way I change my clothes.
I want to change my self,
the way I change the channels on the TV.
Instead – I am stuck – undecided,
half-dressed, between channels.
but uncertain of the outcome…
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How long, LORD, must I call for help, but you do not listen?
Or cry out to you, â€śViolence!â€ť but you do not save?
Why do you make me look at injustice?
Why do you tolerate wrongdoing?...
Therefore the law is paralyzed, and justice never prevails....