I can not speak
Because no one told me how
Leave me all to myself
To figure it out.
I can not write
Because no one wants to read
the words on paper forgotten
However dear to me.
I can not draw
Because I have no talent for it
I'm jealous of those graphic geniuses
Draw feelings as they see fit.
So how do I express myself
The truth is I never could
Because no one wants to interpret
What they have not understood.
So as the narrator of my little world
I'm waiting for the world to end
And my story to start.