by Roger "Hoagie" Hogan

Longing to be the me that is I
Loathing hating the what that is me
Looking viewing through the mind's eye
Despising the world I long to be free
Despairing I live this social lie
Rejecting the world since I can not be
Frustrating the self; THE PRISON IS ME
Dying to live; yet now living to die
Entrapped in this prison I cry
WHY, WHY, do I have to live in me
How did this come to be
The answers I cannot see
Dying to live, yet now I only exist to die!

R Hogan