A Real Person Broken Poem by Richard Lexus

I am a man of intelect no doubt,
But intelect can lead to critical straits.

A man of occasional humour yes,
But one who finds it hard to laugh.

A happy past,
Tainted by a bleak present.

Grimmaces in bed to myself every night,
Yes I feel broken.

Sit at the same desk every day,
Wearing the same face.

Tell the same stories to make them laugh,
Yet ultimately I never smile.

I depress my myself, with my self-obsessed nature,
Do charity work to make myself feel better.

I learnt to take things on the chin early on in college,
But so many blows to the chin have left me broken.

Knowing what is desired,
And what cannot be held.

But hating myself for feeling like this,
When they have made me like it.
You have made me like this.