Being

I'd like to say that I'm not bothered by people,and by people, I mean men, that love my mind but won't entertain the thoughts because of the skin it lives in...

But that would be a lie.

It's a hell of a shell
This brain lives in.
Continuity flowing 
Figure meets dim.

Eyes once glitter to
Spark wet matches.
A mind blowing but
Body with it clashes.

With every ounce
Of being flesh,
Pride swallowed whole,
Mind and body enmesh.

A distorted picture of
What was meant to be,
Thoughts and pictures
Closer to mere fantasy.

An untouched boiling 
Warmth grows hot.
A flash in the pan,
For this is all I've got.

Worth the exploring, 
To entertain a whim.
It's a hell of a shell
This brain lives in.