Tattoo Me
In the realm of the mad god
where desperation seems real,
I am a man of a thousand
faces
hiding beneath ink and
steel.
Self-praise is no
recommendation,
for I am a deviant to behold.
You cannot see beneath my
skin
where the real drama unfolds.
Years of torture and abuse
hidden away, stripped of
pride.
Cut the rope and tie me up,
one hundred lashes, my pleas
defied.
Because I am so horrendous,
you shudder and back away in
fear.
But you cannot comprehend my
pain
and you cannot see my tears.
Cruelty has scarred my heart
as the needle scarred my
hide.
Though I’ll never reveal
myself to you…
I am still human deep down
inside.
Colleen Keller Breuning ©
2015
September 6, 2015
