Redefined

Yes this is me.

Cripple call me

or maybe wicked;

I’ve burdens me

I am conflicted.


I guess that such

makes me so true

that I can call me

just same as you.


Liquor familiar

I am with a buzz.

That allows my

hurt not think of.


My crutch I lean

on for I cowardly

write of a bliss as

I steam so sourly.


I am not victim

more as another;

I revel possibility

in for each other.


See my pain I do

bleed same as you.

What you construe

I see me feel it too.