Don't think there's something else inside
What you see, is what you get.
This guy has got nothing to hide
If he does, nobody's found it yet.
But…
All that anger, self-induced
Must come from somewhere, so profuse
…
From a world he can't be part of;
From people's hatred and their fear;
From pretty girls he'll never talk to;
From guys he can't share sport and beer;
From scientists in bright white lab coats
Seeing what he's like inside;
From those who'd put him in a cage
And study how a freak behaves;
From being locked inside a zoo
While humans watch and gape and talk;
From knowing that he came from ooze
Which made him learn to speak and walk;
From walking, talking like a man,
But knowing that he'll never be one;
From isolation with his Clan;
From a childhood without sun;
From brothers who'll just never get it
With their natures, chilled and calm;
From discipline and channelling
Which fail to bring a healing balm.
He's shed his tears in days long gone by
For what he can't have, he won't cry.
His world-view harder, his feelings colder
He has no need for someone's shoulder.
If he did, his Clan could offer four.
But he says he don't care anymore.
Yet grief and fear help fuel the fires
That burn so strongly deep inside
That source of rage and quenched desires
That calms when Enemies have died.
That leaves one question:
What would be, if he could find different release?
In loving arms and open thighs;
Could SEX calm the raging beast?
…
Perhaps…
But could any human woman
Understand and come to accept
The loss of everything that's usual
In a relationship well kept?
No fancy restaurants, dinners for two,
No trips to the park or walks in the zoo,
(Well, not in daylight anyway…)
Accept the blood he's spent and spilled,
Welcome him when he's just killed,
(Morality might go astray…)
Not expect to share his secrets,
Not expect his heart to open,
Not expect consideration,
Not expect "I love yous" spoken.
And could any human woman
Be truly blind to tail and shell?
Never question the cross-species?
Bestiality? Going to hell?
Never TALK about her boyfriend,
Not even when sorely tested,
Never tell her closest friend,
Be "single" but not interested?
Not a word to breathe or whisper,
About this unusual creature,
Who she has allowed to kiss her?
Never think about a preacher,
White dress, church and wedding bells
Never THINK about the children.
Human beings wearing SHELLS?
He's accepted this won't happen
Sealed his heart to love and hurt.
Magazines and adult videos
Are his only, lonely comfort.
Any wonder that he's bitter?
Any wonder that he's cold?
Any wonder that his anger
Never dulls, never grows old?
Don't think there's something gentle hiding
What you see, is what you get.
This guy has anger over-riding
No sympathy and no regret.