Hardship
I'm still waiting
For the skeletons
In my closet
Right now
They are fresh
Corpses rotting
The smell
Is swirling
In my brain
Can't ignore it
I feel vain
When will I
Get old enough
To say
My skin is tough
When will I
Get old enough
To say
My life was rough
The church bells
Sound like mockery
The only god
That still exists
Wants to make
A fool of me
He cut off
My hands
Made me look
Into the eyes
Of a tired man
When will I
Get old enough
To say
My skin is tough
When will I
Get old enough
To say
My life was rough
I want to
Stop biting
My bleeding
Aching lips
But I must continue
To keep away sin
Because
I can hear them
Haunting me
Not my ghosts
But it's me they see
When will I
Get old enough
To say
My skin is tough
When will I
Get old enough
To say
My life was rough
I wrapped myself
In acid and
Was laid all
Down to rest
But before I could
Even close my eyes
A bet was settled
On my breast
This poem is about:
Me