While I swam in insecurity,
you took me to land.
You were the fox that
swiped me from misery's hand.
While my shoes were too tight,
you offered yours that fit.
You held the rope that
pulled me from the filthy pit.
While I swaggered carelessly,
you taught me to walk.
You lit up the air
when you dreamily talked.
While I sat dazed on the bed,
you helped me stand up.
You elected a friend
whose soul was corrupt.
I tucked away your glasses
so you couldn't see me -
The disproportion and defects
of my mind and body -
But you weren't blind
and you didn't flinch at me,
So I'd do the same for you
and accept everything you'll be.

I’ve noticed for a while
You give me shy smiles
When I glance you look away
When I talk to you you don’t
seem to know what to say
You confide in me, you trust me
You wait for my replies hopefully
Your gaze is different from my friends’
You don’t want to be just friends
You don’t think I know
You’re obvious, you don’t think it shows
It kept going and I just waited
Maybe my assumption was wrong?
One day you came to me
Nervous and awkward but I waited
Words shot out rapidly
If they were bullets there’d be
nothing left of me
But you said what I expected
You confessed, I rejected.
You said you wished to be with me
Oh, but if only it came true.

we're see-through,
we're the ones exposed.
it's the life we choose
and we could be opposed.
we risk being destroyed,
we could be cloudy or clear.
though it's what we enjoy
there's danger lurking near.
we could be left a mess
if it doesn't end well.
anxiety and unrest,
walking quietly through hell.
falling endlessly is real
when it's our turn to speak.
i pray and i kneel,
because with publicity,
i am weak.

I stare blankly, sitting like a stone.
People are around me but I am alone.
They are one with others, I am one with myself,
By my thoughts and silence they are repelled.
I can't find anyone who feels like me,
Because I am different to some degree.
I think with my heart and feel with my mind,
Does that make me one of a kind?
My voice is scarce in their presence,
But my thoughts deafen me in their absence.
Does it scare them when I say no words?
Do I need to talk much for us to work?
I ponder on ideas quietly,
So that later I'd write them privately.
I'd hide them so no one would know,
And I'd appreciate them on my own.
I see minds all around, just none like mine.
For now I'll hope that I'm not right.
To be alone for a while is quite alright,
But fulfillment to me is finding someone alike.