Unfulfilled

I pour out my heart

until there's nothing left

My skin an empty husk

my soul bereft

This alphabetic barrage

details my transgressions,

my life's register,

my  unhealthy obsessions

My outward shape

cute, never beautiful

My outward life

repressed and dutiful

Inside I rage, scream and lust

A sexual creature dwelling in fantasy

A chrysalis cocooned

Waiting to take the true shape of me

A purgatory of being both me and not
a hell of desire unsated
a paradise found only in dreams
a reality of mere words...