Tim McLaughlin Poems

My face is a mask
covering my mind
stuck around my eyes
people glance and see
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I don't feel like I do anything well,
and I don't like the feeling,
I'm crippled by the horrors of my true self,
the things that I do are easy,
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If only I could love you the way I should,
then I would be the man I want to be.
The pain cuts deep into my chest;
castigation for my inabilities.
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Pain too overbearing.
Love lost in the times.
I cry for seemingly no reason.
My world hurts so much.
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There I was
On the subway to Hyehwa
Reading
Yoon-Kyung had given me Murakami the day before
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