"The sky is blue, the sun is yellow.
I just thought I would stop by and say hello."

She laughs, I grin.
Both of us spreading happiness within.
You see, when it is just us, nothing is ever awkward or uneasy.
In fact, most of the time it is funny and incredibly cheesy.

I think if we both had our way.
We would just talk to each other throughout every hour of the day.
We would never get bored, I think that is safe to say.
I hope that this is the way it will stay.

What we have well, it is hard to explain.
And I think that's the way it will remain.
"Hey! You hear that Sam? An air of mystery we have somehow managed to create and maintain."

She calls me her 'Little One.'
And let me tell you, I consider this a huge privilege. I think it is the best prize that I have ever won.
Without a doubt! Bar none!

My hand hovering above him, I hesitate.
There is a glint in his eye. 
Slowly I pick him up, just feel the weight.
We always meet when I feel hopeless, he promises so much, absolution, complete freedom and yet, I cannot seem to fully accept. I refuse him; deny.

 He somewhat quells my despair.
Roaming up and down my skin.
Tending to me when I can't let anyone else in.
Arms, legs, chest stomach, especially a thigh.
To me, he feels at home there.
 Never does he question; ask why.
He's always ready; on standby.

Oi
Look
Listen
You

Forgive my tone, I'm not trying to smart, rude or clever.
Gender shouldn't not be tender. Hopefully sooner or later it'll become like: Meh..Yeah whatever."

Who am I? Who am I?
A question I always find myself asking and yet I have no idea why.
Almost as if I expect the answer to fall right out of the sky.

But seriously, do you know who I am?
I pretend that I don't give a ****.
When really it's an act; a sham.

Feeling like you do not fit.
Honestly it feels like pure ****.

I don't fit into society's giant puzzle.
If my opinion is outside the majority, well let me put it this way, if I were a dog they would force upon me a muzzle.

Freedom of expression.
Really? I think they mean repression.

Do this! Do that!
She's too thin! He's too fat!
He must go here! Now put her there!

All we seem to receive are your endless commands.
Expected to follow at clicking of your fingers or the clapping of your hands.
Did you ever stop to think that maybe we have other plans?

Have you turned me into some kind of drone?
Is my mind no longer my own?
Are my individual and unique thoughts not allowed to be known?
Somehow this hierarchy needs to be overthrown. 
We need to let our shining personalities be shown.

Celebrate Individualism!
Let us express, share and have optimism!
And even scepticism!

Being ourselves is a basic human right!
Thank you and good night!

Please just listen and listen close.
All I am asking for is just one single, extra dose.

Please for the love of God, just give it to me, I don't care how.
I need it now!

See, you are the only ones that hold the key.
You are the only ones that can relieve the relentless pain inside of me.
All you need to do is stick me with a fully loaded needle or hook me up to an IV.
Should I lower myself to my knees maybe?

*******! You have all the appropriate tools!
Do not even try to come up with some stupid excuse like; "Oh I am sorry miss, I can't, that would be against program rules."

It is too much to bare.
This just plain isn't fair.

Please! Someone help me to survive this war!
I cannot fight it alone anymore.

The darkness is calling, calling, calling.
As I am slowly falling, falling, falling.