transformation

time for a change
though i can not make it happen
i want to
but some things you just can not force
guess i have to swim some more
in this insecurity
in this big ocean of lonelyness
my loch lonlyness
where i am the monster
that is not seen
that is but a thing from stories and hear say
but no one has seen me
and i need to be
seen to be loved
but i can not show my self
it is time for a change
i have to fight not to force it
not to do it myself
this thing i have to become
to overcome
this insecurity
this pain of shame and doubt
i have to transform again
in the monster
that can be seen
for i am
invisible
untouchable
unknown
and unloved
undead

i am eager to transform
into something lovable
into some prince with white horse
into a god a sex machine
a loving man that can make
your dreams come true
but i guess we have to wait
for the moment
of realisation
of truth
of love
when it comes
i want you to be here
so i can
break down
and die
in your arms
and say i love you
as a formal and loving
goodbye
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