I am

I am hideous and a masochist

Wondering that ribbon be untied, and be packed no more

Hearing that genuine voice, not the wicked tone

Wanting a ribbon of warmth and prickled not

I am hideous and a masochist

Pretending that ghosts in the iniquitous are gone

Feeling annoyed by a ridiculed self-denial

Touching an ostensibly impeccable, innocent adoration

Worrying I might lose a grip

Crying that I always conceal sentiments

I am hideous and a masochist

Understanding we really can’t be

Saying I’m constantly beneath a mask of bliss

Dreaming cupid has not really invaded me

Trying to keep the wrath of frugality

Hoping that stains of the past be flawless then

I am hideous and a masochist

I sailed from a group;

But it launched a heart staggering

Melancholy over the memoirs

Leading to dubious compassion

Toward an innocent young, fresh prairie

Truly, I am a hideous, masochist selfish pseudo-affection hater.

I am hideous and a masochist