There's someone in my bed,
They look familiar,
She's sleeping,
I look at her,
I close the door and walk downstairs,
I sit at the couch,
There are three men sitting around the couch,
I walk to the kitchen and see a woman cooking something,
They are all strangers,
No, wait!
I am the stranger in my home.

I see her,
She's so beautiful,
She looks at me,
I look at her,
She walks on,
I walk on,
Let it go,
I tell myself
She doesn't want you.

I have tried to fly
but don't think it's for me
trying on wings
just so i could see

Most they were pretty
and some of them small
but this little bear
couldn't fly at all

Some were so grand
and some were just plain
i tried them all on
again and again

And each time i tried
to fly in mid air
it didn't feel right
being way up there

So i'll leave it to those
who have their own wings
and let them fly high
where their music sings

And most little bears
just want to be free
to wander the woods
so that's where i'll be

And I will stay here
i'll make my own sound
and sing my own song
where my feet touch the ground.

****** me,
****** me,
Relive me of my pain,
Strangle me until I go limp,
Stab me until I bleed out,
Burn me and spit upon me as I indulge in the relief of my pain.

I act normal in society,

He's making a fool of himself,

I am mature,

He talks like a 5 year old,

I act like I'm 18,

His phycological status puts him at a functioning age of at the most 12,

To be truthful I am what I am and 18 is what I am not.