Outside the birds are singing,
Inside the kids are talking.
But not me.
No singing or talking for me.
I'm sitting here writing.
There's so much on my mind.
So much I can hardly write it.
There's Andi and Laura,
Pippin, Yvette,
Then Ashie and school,
And all of my pets.
The need for a job,
And the need to be free.
The need to be happy,
Oh yeah, then there's me.
With so much going on, it's really hard.
I lose sight of myself.
I work hard to be strong
But sometimes...
Sometimes I just falter.
It's hard to be in a world full of them.
I'm different and it makes them laugh.
They're all the same and that makes ME laugh.
I try to be strong, and pretend I don't care,
But sometimes they see through
To the truth really there.
Kristin Tone
4/14/00
10:15 AM
