Nothing Against Nature

I'm not a good person,
but I'm the best
I can be.

How did I become who I am now?

I was protected
(sheltered),
hidden from
(made to be afraid),
and, and, and ...

Abused verbally,
but not constantly,
and not enough to love anyone less.

I try and
I pry and
I love and
I care

(maybe too much).

I try to understand.
Simple

(no, not really).

How?

I should be in jail,
or publicly impaled,
or, or, or ...

I'm this person
emersed in this skin
with this brain
that thinks far too much
(to the point of self torture)
and who loves, loves, loves
(but is so afraid).

I guess it's all in the genes.

[ SJM ]