Feeling aren't my strongest subject
Because most of the time I feel like a reject
Different from most
I am as pale as a ghost
Fingernails painted black
Glasses have a tiny crack
I lose words to say
As I do through my day
I write instead
Sometimes it's not on paper just in my head
I am only thirteen and going to college
Well I guess that means that I have some knowledge
Sometimes I get lost
Or I was just was not useful anymore and tossed
I try to keep up with the world one step at a time
But I fall on my face and don't give a dime
Some people are good at helping others
Because they know how it feels when sadness covers
I always wonder things
Like why don't butterfly look like sticks of butter with wings?
Why is it so hard to let go of someone that wasn't there?
Like they vanished out of thin air
How do I feel normal when I am far different?
I am not noticed or insignificant.
I'm different but it's not a bad thing is it?
It's not that hard to admit
I am not going to change
I would rather look strange
souls are messed with
But my heart was locked by a locksmith
I'm different and strange.... but I kinda like it
Created: Jun 16, 2017Silentbutdeathly Document Media