I'm the invisible man
I'm the ugly duckling
I'm that kid who dresses up like Aquaman
When the rest of my friends dress like the
Justice League
No, it really feels like this
It feels like I got hit by a car
On a back road of some lesser known town
And the driver kept on driving
My body's lying in some
Sagebrush beyond the guardrail,
Twitching
My breathing is becoming shallow,
Broken,
And it's fading quicker than I'd like
I've got crimson blood pouring out my nose
And my head throbs
Like the beating of hearts that would never beat for me
My bones are wrapped around one
Another as if their comfort would bring
Any to my splintered soul
Headlights, taillights
They're all just lights that will never set my pathetic frame aglow
So, I lie in sorrow that I never stood up in the crowd
My tongue tastes the bloodied mess
Of dislodged teeth that fumble in my mouth
I realize that I never had a voice
I couldn't tell God to leave me alone
Because in the end of it all,
I never wanted to be left to myself

I think it's best to be yourself
In a world full of people
That tell you that you can't be who you
Are
Prove them wrong
Show them that you can become
Anthing
Anything in this world that brings you
Down
Is something you have to use as a
Strength
Be stronger than the weakest of minds
Tell yourself you are beautiful
Tell yourself you are wonderful
Tell yourself you are perfect
Tell yourself you are right
It's difficult to be assured
That you are everything you should be
In the end, all we ever want is
Happiness
People say to make better choices
People say
"Don't make the mistakes I did"
I'm not you
I won't ever be anyone other than
Myself

Say I'm not going to make a living
Financially or happily off  of writing poetry and fiction
Say it
Tell me how you think I see the world
Tell me how you think I should
I know who I am inside
I've fallen on the concrete and
Blacked out, seeing blurred visions
Of a night sky I'll never see
Because I'm too wrapped up
In my blankets and worries
To care about how beautiful
The stars are in their flawless
Choreography
I think, sometimes
Not all the time, though
Sometimes, I wonder
I wonder why you make me into
Some image of naivete
I wonder why you act
Like I'm some lost puppy
Who is aching for a bone
I'm just looking for a home
Because my bones are shattered,
Battered down by the insults
And results of you judging me
I'm so, so weak
Say I'm not going to make a living
Financially or happily off of writing poetry
Say it
Tell me how you think I see the world
Tell me how you think I should
I know who I am inside
I know who I am
I know

Truth be told, I'm a wanderer
I'm a wanderer in thoughts
But, my feet stay their place

Truth be told, I'm too young
Too young to talk of marriage and family
But, we talk about it, anyway.

Truth be told, I'm not sure what I'm doing
What I'm doing is repetitive
But, it is a cycle I cannot seem to break

Truth be told, I'm afraid
I'm afraid I won't be happy in the future
But, I hold onto hope

Truth be told, I want to travel and write
I want to travel the world around
But, money is next to nothing

Truth be told, life is large and wonderful
Wonderful and scary, too
But, I smile as if to say "I'm okay"

Truth be told, I'm not okay.

Many are thankful for family friends, as am I
However, above all else I'm thankful
I'm alive

She holds the shape
Of a heart
In her shaking hands
The monitor beeps slowly
Slowly, she extends
The heart to the space
Between us
The beeping sound ceases
I leave and,
Between us,
We never needed words

The truth is this: I am lost
I don't know what to do now
The worst part is that I have cost
Myself and my dreams; I scream out