Everyone seems to feel bizarre
Unaccepted and misunderstood
But that loneliness that we find inside our souls
Is only in our heads
We all share this
And therefore we all have others on this earth that relate to us
Connect to us
We are each others' lonesome companions
Whether we have been acquainted or not
There is unity in being misfits

I laid down
He laid next to me.  
My face was in the pillow but I knew he was facing me.
I told him he was stupid
He told me I was more stupid
We battled like this
With raspy voices
Windpipes drenched in alcohol
The lingering aftermath of **** in his lungs
I could hear it in his voice.
That rasp was the most beautiful sound to me
In that moment and in every dream I've ever had of that moment.
I just never thought it would be him.

Our battle drifted off as he fell asleep
His last words were uttered in a raspy daze
"You're an idiot..."
And with that he put his arm around me, resting his hand on my arm.  
I felt warm
Cradled in the most complicated and innocent moment I've ever experienced.

I didn't fall asleep that night

It's really hard having these feelings
And being in your own way
Stopping yourself from knowing
Doing
Being.
It's debilitating
Wandering helplessly trying to find the way around the back
Trying to find how to sneak up on yourself and whack yourself across the back of the head
Escape
Seek freedom to feel however you want
Do whatever you want.
My day dreams need to become reality
They can be
I'm not asking a lot
But I get in front of myself and I talk myself onto a ledge
Convince myself that choosing to have what I want is dangerous and full of irreversible consequence
That stepping over the line is stepping over the edge of the building
The end of my world reaching towards me
Getting closer as I fall towards cold pavement

Stop.

Lift yourself up
Dust yourself off
Fix your hair and put on your mascara
Take on the world.
Get your dream
He's probably sitting in a coffee shop
Probably out somewhere carrying his camera
Hopefully he's sitting at that spot you just found at the park
He's got his sunglasses on
Holding his guitar
Cuffed jeans
Waiting.

Spineless ******* in backless dresses

Fill the halls of the prison.

I watch from my cage

Behind bars of my own creation

Fabrication

They indulge in fancy fabrics and leather bags

I'm in rags

And underneath the fabric is the skin they proudly show

Their beauty

It's only skin deep.

My rags hide me

The bars close me in

Though I don't need it,

The protection.

They really keep everyone out

That's the way I prefer

I keep myself under guard and I express only a sliver

Only a piece of myself

Displayed for everyone to see.

That’s what everyone looks for anyway

The image you show

What you look like

Substance vs. appearance

Coexistence of the two is true beauty.

But the world will see the top layer and stop looking

Fear of the unknown

“Curiosity Killed the Cat”.

So you,

Keep on window shopping

Then tell me how honest you find your friends

Your family

Your peers.

Look me in the eyes and tell me you've seen it all

Why you let yourself fall

And I'll take off my rags.

I'll prove you wrong.

I'll prove that there is more to a person than the fabric on their back

The gold on their wrist

And the smile on their face.

His lips graze the microphone and I wonder
What it would feel like to be there instead
His whispers grazing my cheek
Searching for my lips with a silent song

His hands hold his guitar upright and proud
His fingers pluck the strings with careful determination
Creating ripples in my universe
And I shiver as the thought hits me
His hands around me like I am his beloved instrument

His voice sails through the wind until it reaches my ears
It warms me
Immersing me in melodic comfort
I think about what it would be like to be his muse
To be the reason he sings

I think about how lucky I would be
About how much he deserves better than me

In more skin than clothing
This girl soared.

All the world's a stage
A plague to the man who writes the front page

Aim to entertain or deliver the facts
Try and please all or get knives in your back

No pain
No gain

Widen eyes and cause splendor among the masses
Or force them to think that they need better glasses

Report or embellish to make cinema of news
Stay honest to the truth or master the ruse

Cradle rob and plunder, set fires ablaze
Add dragons and damsels to appease the craze

Stoop to the depths of the seas miles away
Abandon integrity and let your moral compass sway