Poem

I wrote this poem at the beginning of 2003. I was in the middle of trying to figure out who I was, wanted to be and finding someone to love.

My proactive life,

Formed by the abundance of my security.

Sinner

Sinner

Tee Tally Sinner

Sinner

Sinner

Chief of sinners.

I lied again to myself,

Thinking I would be better this time,

Thinking I could get away with it.

Said I was Okay,

Said I was, "Over it"

Said I could move on

Lied and made it fit.

But I'm not

And I still cry

Still wish it would die

This plaster I use for decoration

helps the sequel pass by.

I serenade

this industry of emotion

and come up with ways to

deceive myself.

But this lukewarm devotion,

underpins the message sent,

and I still treat you

As a popular favorite.