| There's really no way for me to explain it. I actually think it explains itself. Everyone gets frustrated or depressed depending on how you look at it. I have to vent some how and since I've got no one to talk to that'll make me feel better. Obviously I need someone that'd understand me if I talk to them... so I write it down. It helps some what. |
| There's deep emotions locked inside a cell. Locked inside of me. Inside my blood. Shoved there because they're my burdens. And nobody would understand them. See why they exist in me. I wonder if this talk of a soul mate is true. Just a friend... maybe it's bullshit. There can't be anyone like me. How can anyone possibly see things with the same sight as me? They can't be blind like me. Or see through the same window as me. Why the hell do I have to be so unique? Who's idea was it to give me the responsibility of being different? I wish I was like everyone else. Where's the joy in being different if there's no one to understand you? No one to listen or care about my thoughts. No one to feel the same things I do. The looks of people that judge me get locked deep inside. They don't see a reason why it should hurt me. So I don't let them see my pain. If they took one day, one hour, to be in my place. To live my life the way I take it. Could they do it or would it help? I wonder if they'd see the way I am and finally understand. Maybe treat me differently. Or maybe not. If there was a way to get them into my world. A way to change their view. Maybe they'd be like me. But all I've ever really wanted or needed seems so far away. Seems so damn impossible to me. To find someone like me. |
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