Chapter Fifteen.

i feel so together

and then

i am a basket case of longings.

can't imagine anyone wanting a guy like me,

so caught up in his emotions.

life is good

and then

it all comes crashing down around me with a single thought.

downward plummet of emotions

part of me wants to wallow in self-pity

and the rest of me hates that part of me.

and you who read this poetry

by now must have a mental picture of the poet:

lonely, self-hating, poor self image.

but i'm not really

i like me.

the problem is,

i like you too

and if i never tell you,

you may never know.

this is what eats me up inside.