it is sad,
the notion that you cling to
sad that you need it
sad that you cling to it

believing in yourself can be hard
when it feels like the rest of the world –
is trying to knock you out
hold you down,
while you struggle, scream and shout

where have the days gone?
each one –
little more than a raindrop
quickly washed away
from the pavements i walked on

you do not like me caring for you
which makes it such a shame
such a shame,
that i do

this talent,
it burns like firelight
did you feel my emotions
just last night

i do not need a mirror
to see my reflection
it is something to feel
it remains,
forever real

am i part of this
what does it mean
i feel so out of place
it does not fit,
this funny face

why do i not fight more?
who do i not argue more?
stamp my feet,
slam the door?

i watched the world
run away,
from the seams
during the day
in its idle dreams