It’s a rough period currently, I cannot seem to shake the self loathing feelings I am experiencing and at the moment there seems to be no light at the end of this tunnel…apologies for another awful poem but God loves a trier!
Losing my hair and going grey,
getting fatter by the day!
fatty, ugly and four eyes
the names i call myself bring tears to my eyes!
overweight, lazy a waste of a life
a terrible husband to my long suffering wife!
I should be alone not bringing down folks,
I should be the butt of peoples jokes.
You see me as witty, charming perhaps,
I see a fat mess who can’t run 2 laps!
The horrible smile, the nasty stained teeth,
A former man now lacking belief.
How do I return to the Moose of old?
Not giving a damn, strong and bold.
Even just for a day, to feel happy again,
24 hours release from this self inflicted pain!
Buried away he must still be there,
spending hours in the mirror, putting gel in his hair.
A twinkling of the eyes, a devilish grin
The first on the dance floor so the party could begin.
If you see the old Garry,
send him my way.
I know y’all would love him,
he’s better than the “new” me I can say
Remind him of the times when we had fun,
Sipping jack and coke relaxing in the sun
Surrounded by friends, laughing and joking.
Not this mess of a man currently choking!
If only I could see,
what you other people see.
Then I would strive to be,
A better version of me!