Human Flavor Poem by Joshua Giard

I want to taste the human flavor,
set two fingers on the public's pulse.
I want to be a character
Not a spectator.
I want to f*ck
But c*ck excites me
and p*ssy bores me, it depends.
I want to be singular,
but I am plural and shattered, multidimensional.
I want to feel the strain of relationship,
but I'm the cause of the pressure.
I want to connect with people,
but I can't talk to women
and I can't to men.
I want to fence with my wit,
but my tongue and mind's steps falter and I am pierced
with shame and hate and pain.
I want to know who I am,
but I know who I could be.
I want there to be a me,
but my reflection has more personality than I do.
I want to be content when I'm happy,
but I'm tragic and melancholic,
and nobody wants that.