Where on Earth do I belong
or is it outer space
I am not Lauren Tate
I am not like anyone I met
But there must be a place
Or is outer space?
All weirdos belong somewhere
And it is not the loony bin
or your room locked for days

Mother do you see me
do you perceive only a tiny bit
Do you see me come alive
with my pens and when I write
Do you finally accept
what you sired back then?

Etsy freak
Courtney Love wannabe
Look at that ****** *****!
They will scream such things
I might be a narcissist
-never mind, I am an artist-
But can I light up the way
of those who cry like once I did?
Is it my calling? Is it my fall?
What do I do with this rush?
I know the answer - keep on riding
keep on living, write it out
paint it up
**** hard