Unworthy, unworthy I am
of your love, care, compassion.
If you knew the foulness of my self,
The contemptableness of my heart,
You would flee from me.
Laugh and shun me, for I am worthless.
The lowest garbage-eating tramp is
Preferable to me, because I am
So worthless, shabby.
My heart knows nothing of what you speak
For it is filled with a horrid agony
Created by lust. Lust of others,
Lust of self.
My mind, for all it's pretentions, amuses
Itself with images, thoughts, desires,
Along with dreams of nevermore.
What I cannot have, because
I surely don't deserve it.
Kick me, beat me, chase me from you
Because you don't want me near.
I'm deadly, toxic.
Why do you hold me, try to stop me?
Don't you KNOW what I am?
Doesn't it matter that you love an animal?
A beast that walks on two legs?
Why? It's such a contempable thing,
To love a contemptable thing as me.
And yet you do, and I wonder