A poem inspired by my depression.

Shunned from the intentions of God’s design
loving what I and few see but hating my own unknown

Face forward causes a sickened response
disgust from all who view my … my face.

Too much was the wise man’s ego
to think he knew what best was.

I hated the wise man before I was born.
He caused these scars  Fuck the wise man.

Knowledge and super sized macho.
Give life to hundreds.What’s one?

What’s one scar?
Ego.

This is not me.
This is what I have become.
I am a victim of …
Society? No.
Science? No.
I am a victim of one man’s laziness. I carry his laziness on levels not even defined by God.

If I met this man, this doctor, who saw me as an occasional mishap of delivery, I would squeeze my hands so tightly around his neck , he would not be able to even regret what he has caused me. He would only have the image of fear.

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