I'm a walking stranger in my life,
An unidentified man breathing prayers
Down the snowy concrete of a wintry existence.
I support ideas of love and acceptance
But rarely accept myself as worthy of love,
I just can't discover the evidence.
There is nothing I care to attack
Outside the walls of my being,
I have nothing to protest that isn't me.
At midnight, I'm slightly screaming profanities
In church tones softer than a whisper
For some mistake I made on a youthful day.
I must continue to ponder the question
Did I hurt that lady as badly as I hurt myself
When I provoked some irreversible jealousy
That made all former bonds unravel?
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