Miserable Human Being

I stare at the page--
it mocks me,
its blank stare offering more than I need.

I know I've been hurt.
I've been hurt for
14 years.
This is not my excuse.

Sin soaks through my skin;
my clothes reek of blasphemy,
but I let it linger.

I'm a miserable human being
in someone's eyes.

Bitter words leave my mouth,
words I wish didn't exist,
but I let them form.

I've been told to shut up for
20 years.
This is not my excuse.

Listen,
just listen.

Embrace what I have,
what I am.

You'll learn,
you'll see.

You'll find
that I'm not so
miserable
after all.

I'm just human,
a human being,
just being.
I'm just being me.

[ SJM ]