I fear
I’ve messed this all up –
This life thing,
It doesn’t feel like I’m doing it
quite right.
I’m always just…
Too
every bit of the wrong things,
too intense, too awkward;
too passionate, too aggressive.
Too full of words,
too not enough.
I don’t know how to fix it,
make it better…
is it only my own responsibility?
“Different” can be a lonely life…
It only hurts
when I think about it
too much.
Instead of thinking too hard, I just let my wonder
wander.
It’s only easier
because I’ve always had trouble believing
my thoughts
could cause me pain.
Kayfucius 