Unfortunate Fellow

Unfortunate Fellow Poems

I lay in a coffin.
Said to be mine,
but the name on the gravestone is one I do not share.
As a ghost I rise above
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Procrastination.
It raised me as if I were kin
It loved me more than anything.
it stuck to my soul
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Truly alone.
There is no one by your side
there never have been
No lover no friends and no kin
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Humanity is a curse,
it is the worst.
If aliens exist, we are them.
To animals we are mutants,
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You put me through so much pain
but it's okay because you don't know.
I feel like I wouldn't be able to continue without you.
We have had many problems but only a few you know.
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I look at this THING I possess
The body they claim to be mine
I try to climb out of this vessel but I am trapped inside
I scream to be set free
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I was just playing in the meadow like any other day,
my mother wanted to show me the man she loved.
It was Mr. Lizard!
Though we had some tough times I made it though the years.
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I stand there while the berate me like usual.
All they know is to yell.
Now I embody the anger.
I used to take it like they wanted me to but now I speak back.
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I watched as the snow melted and spring rose.
I still miss you even though it was years ago.
I would sell my soul just for another day with you.
Hunny, I know you've moved on
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I am not who you see me.
You see me as kind and gentle,
I see myself as obnoxious and harsh so I have to be extra careful with others.
If you saw who I see me as you would throw me away.
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Unfortunate Fellow Biography

A silly young transgender queer man who writes things that are usually depressing.)

The Best Poem Of Unfortunate Fellow

A Grave With The Wrong Name

I lay in a coffin.
Said to be mine,
but the name on the gravestone is one I do not share.
As a ghost I rise above
to look about.
I see written on the stone
A name that is now unknown.
They say the name is mine
but I know it is a lie.
For this name is not mine though is familiar.
The name makes me hurt and hurl,
Making me remember that girl.
She was sweet and popular but just not me.
She found out that she was a he,
he was happy and came out to everybody.
He was still sweet but lost most of his friends.
After years of torment by family and classmates he felt he needed to spread is wings.
That once sweet boy was now squashed on the pavement.
That boy is me.
At just sixteen, all the happy years I could have had gone down in a minute or two.
In death I thought I'd be free
from the agony.
But as I can see, that was a lie.
On the grave that is supposed to be mine is not,
for this grave has the wrong name.

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