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.