I wrote this to describe a sense of isolation that I feel based upon a decision that I have made.

I chose catastrophe over a fantasy

but what has to be

has to be

especially when it’s sad

to see that others do not get it,

think it is some gimmick,

as my dreams scream reams of deviance

like the awkward violence

of a stereotype married to spite.

Although, I suppose,

that the fight is in the hype

for others just to know

why he chose a catastrophe

over a fantasy


The End

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