i feel like a bird that flew right into a window
that you pointed at and laughed

i feel like the shaven-head celebrities
the crack addicts
the high, homeless hippies on the street

i feel like a person of Wal Mart
the awkward couple that shows way too much PDA in public
the punchline of a fat joke

(i see all the fingers pointed at me as--)

i struggle to bend my wings into shape again
but i've taken to writing poetry and cutting up pieces of newspaper
to fit between the ruffled feathers

i shouldn't still have brain damage from the collision i had with your pride (sixteen miles high)

but maybe i do

i tap on the glass just to make sure that i really am a fool
and to see if you'll look back
to see me redeem myself
to see me fly
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(but you don't)

I used to have a women so vain
Lashed out in cruelness and repressed her own pain
A darkened festered soul
I dare not speak her name
And she only has her self to blame

She came to my door
She was slashed and trembling
She didn't need to speak
I could read her rather clear, within six months

An extensive time of healing
Of overwhelming feelings
I did all that I could do
Then she turned to me and said "I love you"

Then we were through

What could I do?

Two years, by her side
Her heart of frozen fire
And the lies she told
With the mouth of treason
Left without reason

Valentine
I ran to the woods
I lost my mind
Her shadow was no more
She is gone

Her parents keep her spoiled
Her friends keep her drunk
And the world, forgets about her
And she knows it, she hates it
But she craves for attention

Yet she remember our time
The times and patience
Our ventures into tears and laughs
And all the experiences we ate

Now I reside in the mountains
And she lives by the shore
We don't speak
But we've moved on

And I'm still standing
And she's still mad
I did my best