My mind is beautiful, or so I'm told
It's housed in a body none cares to hold
A beautiful mind screams just as loud
But with such a body, it can't be allowed
No touch freely given, breasts hide in waist
When I see my body, I'm filled with distaste
I see the scars, the taints of old age
My mind, a prisoner in a decrepit cage
Senses, mind things, still rage the same
Doused, almost drowning, in horrendous shame
My mind is sick, this I know to be
I am loved by others yet hated by me
Even if man desires to draw me near
I cannot relax, I react in fear
Distrusting that this can ever be true
Imploding and hiding, concentrating on you
Take charge, learn how to be a great lover
Attention on him so I can hide undercover
Orgasmic pleasures something obsolete
Aversion of body, mind takes hasty retreat
My mind is beautiful, or so I am told
Aimed at myself it is relentless and cold
©dutch2lips