To those who would cross me

given the smallest reason

I bid you, come forth

and bear my hellish season

The system is flawed
Suicidal kids together
Make up our population

Too early to be awake
Minds are blank, eyes wander
Just a shitload of ***** teens

Though baying, though so onerous
your dreams so sound to me
I feel their weight acutely for
to you, they are to be

A fell and silent darkness lies
between my times of wake
And you hear stories spun of silk,
a smothering to slake

Demons lie behind my eyes
if angels do with yours
But don’t begrudge me what I know
or what my nighttime stores

For demons, shadows, twisting words
bring me solace, deep
Though you feel light and glory bright
I long for different sleep

I'm quirky, I'm nerdy,
I'm short and I'm curvy,
I always feel a little chilly;
is that just me?

My voice always cracks,
my homework sometimes stacks,
I don't dot every i or cross every t;
is that just me?

I cry when I'm happy,
my clothes are a little shabby,
my bedroom isn't always clean;
is that just me?

My books are a bit battered,
my thoughts are scattered,
I sing off key;
is that just me?

I stutter when I talk,
there's always a limp in my walk,
I laugh so hard I can't breathe;
is that just me?

Sometimes I feel like I'm not enough,
but I have friends who show their love,
my life is like a happy dream;
is that just me?

I like to hold people's hands,
and cuddle in football stands,
sometimes I act a little silly;
is that just me?

We might be somewhat the same,
we may even share the same name,
but no one else, I guarantee,
can be anything just like me.