Scorn

I feel the scorn of the past burden and pain.

I feel it drip down my body, like droplets of rain.

It burns. It hurts. It stings sharp like a ray.

I’m wondering: “Will I ever be okay?”

I’ve been burned, scolded, betrayed, and passed up.

Man, it’s hard for me to see full, but just a half empty cup.

I’ve been doubtful of my own personal luck.

Lately I just don’t give a fuck.

Life sucks…it really hit me like a hockey puck.

I’ve been doing nothing but slave away, just to make a simple buck.

The scorn…it feels like a thorn, so sharp,

it tingles the way your fingers feel plucking a harp.

Deep down inside, I feel like I’m boiling, it’s hot.

That pain flaming through me it stays there until it’s not.

If only I realized that these are just thoughts.

But for some reason, my brain keeps programming…on and on like a robot.

I ponder if I will ever get caught, the noise so loud, they don’t know how hard I have fought.

I feel the scorn, but now it is time to mourn,

for I have finally been delivered and reborn.

In the past, I was confused with inner passion that has left me torn between,

two bodies, two truths, two lies.

I even question to myself: “In which body will you choose and decide?

I feel it tensely like prying eyes, but I will make sure this scorn will never lead to my demise.

I found the prize…mental clarity has arrived.

I’m mesmerized, I’m flying high in the sky.

Trauma pushed aside…no more gloomy eyes.

I found the truth, and now happier days are to come, no more negativity for me to fall and succumb.

I have overcome the scorn.