but i lived my youth,
their bent back eyes
which never discovered a truth
will never know my inside
i lived my youth,

the anger,
i see it in you
that is why i hid
you never realised i cared
you just never did

some of the things i believed in –
when i was younger –
got lost on the way
some of the things i believed in
ran out of things to say

i am massacred by remark
a sentence,
can tear me apart
and when looking at my deckchair eyes
the pain,
and the past elegantly collide

deeply hurt
by what they said
did not sleep well
or feel safe in my bed

jigsaw family…

it hurts
here and now
lost in a crowd

it is amazing
how many consider
themselves to be normal