What have I become?
Why am I like this?
Withdrawn from a hug that should be.
My actions precede me
And now I must pay.
What will HE think?
What will THEY think?
I am just trying to live.
Not allowed to have friends?
Is everything about sex?
Do I frighten? or worry?
Am I the cancer of which scorned?
Am I the blame to an already decayed existence?
Why must I live in fear?
An almost female soul in this young body, dyeing to connect.
As I hide in the shadows of this here writing,
I realize that I can only do what I feel,
and think only what is real.

A.J. Dinardo 04/13/1999