Tangled

I never felt like a Man
I always felt like a Use
For a Man
And my uses seemed forever bound
In service to that man

I always felt like a boy
Undeveloped
Unsculpted
Afraid to define myself
In the image of my tormentors

I peek at him
I glance at them
These men in my visions
The youth of my past
Entwined and tangled
Like limbs both clinging
And heavy
With pain and regret
And loss
That even now
Feels fresh
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Todd

"Great spirits have often encountered violent opposition from weak minds."
-Albert Einstein