They don't understand me. Every thing that crawls in to my head, the little devil that sits at the back of my mind. I am an outcast in each of my ways, you may not see it but I will never fit completely. The pressure gets to my head, all the memories that I hold Good as well as bad. I stare around me as I walk down the streets as each day fades. I think 'Am I normal?'. Each day the little devil in my head increases its territory overtaking my every thought. I smile and I laugh but if you look deeply into my brown eyes you see the soorow and sadness but no one has the common sense to see that. They think about themselves deeply indulged in their own lives. I help them, I listen to them moan about their problems yet i get nothing back. I stand in the distance watching their every move, i sense the sadness, selfishness ans happiness through their eyes and expressions. They long to speak out, say their opinion, say their thoughts but something holds them back.
I think about them everyday, the great memories, Knowing their watching above me, I have this sudden earge to impress them, make them proud of me as i imagine them smiling softly down at me, The only thing that just about keeps me going.
I think of him, from the day I met him, I remember that look in his eyes, the way he carried himself. I remember the first feeling as if i was going to collapse, I felt my palms sweaty as the room suddeenly became hot whenever he was within sight. I watch as my heart quickly cracks in half. Does he love me too? As I try to move on with my life, my heart, I come back. Hes like a magnet, everything about him attracting me. I try, I try to repel but i slowly begin to weaken and find myself Giving in.
I pray that lord gives me the stregnth to see beyond people.
I pray that lord lets the lost ones souls rest in peace foevermore.
I pray that lord gives me the strenght to get past him.
I Pray and I Pray,
Yet they still don't understand me?
