I am not your hero,
you are not my rock and roll.
I see your bodies turned away,
you see mine shake and twitch.
I never thought I would be the
loud one,
the oddball,
the ******,
the threat.
This is not the only piece I have
so far.
I wrote many while I was confused
and just praying I would last in
your lives.
I am sorry I ruined them,
and I’m sorry for myself for
coming off too strong too soon.
I was not an interesting subject changer,
I was an attention *****.
I was not the one who played the guitar,
I was the one who knew nothing.
I wasn’t just quiet,
I was the one who didn’t have a word to
say that didn’t make things awkward.
I never thought space was how you
would all respect me.
I see it as sad, and you see it as a gift.
I tried everything to get you to like me,
but I can only be who I am.
I never asked you to change for me,
and there I would sprint to find a tune
that would play the sadness for me.
It’s not about me,
this is how you let me be,
the free and flying bird.
I’ll go back to your nest
when you are ready to
love me the way I am
again.
The best thing I did for us
all was not until now,
to fly away.