Big Burly Bones,
Sticking out everywhere—
Pretty boy, odd girl,
Gruesome little duckling.
I feel myself strange,
Closing in;
Overly self-aware;
In hiding.
I don’t like myself,
Especially when I’m
Like this.
I feel you all
Looking,
At the strange
Unpleasant creature;
I feel it,
Your disapproval:
This thing,
In the realm
Of desire but
Unsightly,
Unacceptable,
Uncomfortable,
Unloveable.
An unwanted reality;
Worthy of ignoring.
This story is part of a collection of poems, short stories and introspective diary entries, called “Grimoire of a Weird Person II”.