dear somebody, do you know who i am? do you see me walking on the street? are you one of the ones that avoids me because of the way i look? perhaps you are intrigued, and want to know more. you could even be admiring me from afar, and i guess i would never know. is that a glare you send my way, or a smile because you know? do your eyes follow my ever move? do you wish to know more? do you sympathize, or feel the need to save me? ive not been doing os well lately, but i don’t think you’d know. no one takes the time to ask anymore. it kinda hurts. i usually ignore it. i don’t want to whine, but i don’t want to explode. i am not sure of how to gradually release these feelings. i don’t know how to go about letting go of the past. if you have any advice, could you lend me some please? i’d be forever grateful. my world’s been torn upside down. it’s angst, and fear, and torture, and hormones 24/7. i’ll bet that was too much information. but i’ll bet no one can talk to you like i can. i’d like to take the time to let you know just how much i care. it scares me sometimes, i want to reach out and hold you. i want to be some sort of soulmate to everyone. can’t we just have that deeper connection? dear somebody, do you care today?
do you know why i [love] you? you’re so crazy. you don’t care. you do the things i could never dream. people stare, and you laugh. i [know] you’re better than they ever will be. and i’m jealous. you’re smart, and beautiful. i bet no one [ever] told you that, because they’re all blind? you make me feel better, most of the time, and it’s great. you really think for yourself. you’re such an individual. but society doesn’t value people like you. i don’t understand. i feel like a child, because these concepts come so easily to me. why discriminate at all? why is society so backwards? sometimes i wish to do the crazy things you do, but they’re not me. what i like when i’m with you, is how i feel like i can really do something. i feel [other] worldly, not so naive, compassionate. i feel as though you understand me on some other level. perhaps you hear what i am saying beneath my words? or perhaps you are just comfortable, and it would never really matter if you weren’t listening anyway, because i know i can talk and you won’t judge? i don’t think others can handle you. they can’t see beyond the crazy. they don’t see the world in its true beauty. those poor pitiful humans. you and i, share so much, and yet, we are so unalike. i can be content in my corner. sometimes i really am looking for the spotlight. you are my outlet. you are, pure magick.