He feels everything too deeply
He takes too much to heart
He’s not always logical, rational, shallow –
He feels first, think second

He’s lonely, but he seems happy
He’s tired, but he moves forward
He’s down, but he doesn’t drown
He’s hopeless, but he’s not careless

They say he’s good looking, but he feels ugly
They say he’s smart, but he feels dumb
They say he’s talented, but he feels incompetent
They say he’s strong, but he feels weak

His mind refuses to stop analyzing, creating, processing –
His trust comes slow
He has no one, but he isn’t gone
And that he, is me.