The Aliens are coming for me soon.
And I will be here waiting for them.
My whole life it's been like someone-
no, THING-  no, HOW
whispered
'Kid, one day, we're gonna make you special.
Just wait for us."
Since my first kindergarten play.
Since my first line of yay.
From the first time I heard-
       'Relax, kid, you're gonna be okay.'
From my first dying day.
Excuse me.
Birth day.
My Dad never saw how the sun rose in that way.
On that day.
But the Aliens do.
And they were beautiful.
They Aliens know everything that surrounds you,
hounds you,
the ones who confound you,
and every single person who actually found you.
The Aliens know.
And the Aliens are coming to help.
And I am waiting for them.
The Aliens know about how you got kicked off the T-ball team.
They know about how much your dreams mean and how mean your been to others.
They know about the struggles you've had and you blame it all on your Dad.
But really it's all about yourself.
They know we put things on a rickety shelf and pray they'll never fall.
They know the human race is really just a flaw.
But the Aliens are still coming for me.
The Aliens are the only ones who know us.
The Aliens are the ones who can, but won't, control us.
They feel what it's like to be kept waiting
and waiting

and waiting.

Because.
Because they have been waiting.
Waiting for me.
And I am waiting for the Aliens.
Still I will wait.


Because only the Aliens have waited for me.