The Hope Coalition

Locked in this dark corner, surrounded by these clothes,

By the jeans, the shirts, and the shoes that mock my existence.

All bad things to eat surround me, but what choice do I have?

I am a long way from home, living right in between shame and doubt,

With an appetite for belonging.

Trapped here all alone, with nowhere to go.

Dare I go out into the light? And walk around with this hideousness I was forced to carry?

Do I dare walk amongst the living? Scaring them with my sight?

I watch them point and stare as if I were not there,

As if I could not hear them. To them, I am of another species.

I guess I speak another language, so how could I understand?

Even in the dark when the kids are asleep,

I peak my head out, to try and find something to eat.

They hear the strange noise, they see the strange face,

They scream for their parents to come and have a look, at the pity that stays in the closet.

The kids, they run once they get to close to me,

The parents walk quickly, turning their heads as if they do not want to offend me.

I hear them screaming from the other room, the monster has come out,

There in my closet, he has come out

I hear their parents say don’t worry, there is nothing there,

It is just your imagination.

I, am just a pigment of a child’s imagination. I, do not exist.

Even though I walk on the same land, and breathe the same air. I, do not exist.

So I’m forced to hide in my dark corner and beg for the freedom and

Understanding that I long for.

My lungs burning from the stench that affects the air around me,

Addicted to the smoke that calms my nerves and to the drink that numbs my pain.

Trying to cope with the heartache that consumes me,

And deal with the misery that won’t go away.

I carry around the bruises that affect my daily duties,

And hold onto the scars that haven’t faded away.

As I try to grasp onto the little hope that constantly disappears,

I continue to take in the powder that slowly kills me,

And the medicine that stops me from going insane.

They say there is some of the living that could help me,

Some who are not afraid to be in my presence.

But how could they understand the feelings of my species?

If they are already a norm in society? We are indifferent.

They are the wonders of they city,

While I am the terror that affects the appearance of my community.

Unwanted and the undesired. We have our own race,

The scums of the city, the garbage in the allies, the unclothed, the crazies,

The ones who live under the beds or hide behind the doors,

The gremlins, the zombies, the werewolves, the ghosts

We are all of the same race, we are all undesirables.

We are Frankenstein just wanting to be loved, like everyone else,

We have been molded by the public into this creation,

They always seem to forget, we were once a living to.

I do wish to have a home to call my own, I do wish to belong.

But now my home is in the midst of the dark and cold,

But I am a stranger in my own home, and a monster to the living.

So I find myself located on the corner of the undesirables and the nobody’s,

Where I stay another monster, just another monster, in the closet.