Exposing our privates

I am the inbetweenie

I am the inbetweenie

I am the inbetweenie

I am your new God.

I am the inbetweenie

I am a half cast

See my shadows fall in pain

And when you lie awake at night

You are praying

Hoping and sweating that I won’t come again

I am the inbetweenie

See the cancerous growth

Crawling across my skin

And when you opened up the box

You thought

You could get me back in

I am the inbetweenie

I feed on your misfortune

I am rotten to the core

Once upon a time

You wanted me

But not anymore

I am the inbetweenie

I am the inbetweenie

I am the inbetweenie

I am your new God.

I dream

All these fantasies

Haunt me when I look around

In the photograph

The still movement

Captures my eye

But you

Change my eyes

From which I have seen you

Yet the length I will go to

To put perspective in your eye

I don’t know if I can do it

Feel so shallow

Like the edge of the sea

Pushed from all sides

You caught me

Breathless with compassion

Finding words

Nearly an answer

Tear you away from life

Keep you safe

I have seen light

Shining black

A flicker

Beside the bed

Upon the chair

Against the wall

Over there

Near the egg box

Decoration

Which is pinned to the wardrobe

With the white suitcase on

Which is opposite the chimney

And the fireplace

Just to the right

Of where I am placed

Which is in the corner

At the end of the bed

With a large sash window

Next to my head

The window is facing

The opposite wall

And there sits my bike

Next to the door

In the corner

Next to a chair

Is a dressing table and mirror

Where I brush my hair

To the left is a basket

For my dirty clothes

You can tell they are dirty

If you sniff with your nose

On the basket

Sits a guitar case

But the guitar isn’t there

It’s not in its place

The inside is empty

The inside is bare

This is because

The guitar’s on the chair

The one near the bed

Quite near the door

Next to the wardrobe

With the egg box decor

The one that I mentioned

In the second line

I put my guitar there

From time to time.

Some time past I covered my eyes

No longer wishing to see where I was going

With the changing of each and every season

I felt my life slipping away

Once I felt I held the answer

But solace only left me cold

And I braced myself

Without knowing even if I was able to proceed

For how many years will I pas in between?

One hundred and fifty seven knowing glances

Ninety eight couples laughing

Fifty two heads turned to see

Twenty three fingers pointed

Four comments called out

By kids on street corners who know how it’s done

Just another day

In the land of hate