trans | A Poem

Illusions fall into illusions
Producing mass of confusions
Leading to forlorn conclusions
Facts (or opinions) I'm always misusin’
Placing focus on past abusin’
I’m re-usin’
My insecurities

Predisposed to being disposed – of
I’m sick and tired – of
Giving all my love
To selfish sons of a…
Bitch
Who don’t even dare to wish
Or even give a shit
About the big or little shit
That others are forced to deal with

It’s a metaphor; a simile
An anagram; a spelling bee
A question to an unanswered plea
All wrapped up and tossed at sea
Because no one gives a FUCK about me
Or my crazed polluted insanity