Wednesday, April 24, 2013


I'm alone yet I'm surrounded.
I'm sad and drenched in glee.
Despised, yet am enamoured.
How ugly are the beautiful.

No one really knows me,
but everyone knows my name.
They cast the stones that hurt me,
then ask if I'm all right.

I'm hunted by the lovely,
ensnared when feeling safe.
Tortured from the innocent,
and killed by whom I trust.


1 comment:

  1. What a powerful description of the web of emotional entanglements we weave. :)