What lurks behind his eyes?
Seems to me like a woman’s pain –
The burden of carrying lifelong lies
Amid an urge to live again.
His eyes were once so full of life –
He had family, friends, a thousand dreams;
But now, in this time of strife,
Nobody seems to hear his screams.
So what if he’s a transvestite?
Why should it be so disgusting?
They seem so irked by his delight
And turn chiding eyes upon him.
Life’s been unbearable, of late –
They turn away from him in hate.
With an utterly unabashed lack of feeling,
They engage in petty mud-slinging.
No one tries to cool his sighs
Or cares enough to look into his eyes.
A long, lone path awaits him
Powdered with ashes of departed dreams.