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
Colleen Keller Breuning 