What do you do,
When your poems just won't rhyme?
When everything you do, just seems weird, out of line.

What do you do,
When that girl you just can't like, cuz it hurts too good,
Thinks you are a freak, an outcast, an ends to a mean?

I'll tell you what I do when I do what I do,
I go right up to that girl and I kiss her brutally,
Take her breath away forcefully, lovely.

I ask them why am I the weird one and not you?
I'm just as insane as anyone of you.
Do inhibitions really serve as such a great divide?

If so then I must simply die.
For I'll never be happy,
I'll never find peace... whatever that means.

Can I just skip ahead to where I'm successful and famous?
I ain't entered a room yet, where I wasn't the smartest one in it.
Whether I act it or not, I'm a very superior person.

But flaws are flaws are flaws,
and of that I have many.
As she walks away again, not even thinking of the pain she's making me.

Its what your deserve I guess,
When you do what I do,
Put up walls of humor, to cry self-serving tears of pitiful sorrow.