Everything I do just seems so wrong
Out of place, and I can't face, that I don't belong
I know we're all different, but I am different still
Every battle I've ever fought, I always fought uphill...

Another nobody in training to belong, to become
And maybe someday, I'll mean something to someone
Recognition for the things that I wish I hadn't done
And I'm done....
Nothing was ever perfect, and so nothing I've become

Nothing was ever perfect, and now I am No-One

No one but no one should not have love

Whoever they may be.

They don’t deserve it

Who would like to miss out on laughs
and tears
fights
and wars going on in the head.

Roast beef a la mum,
turkey Sandwiches a la dad  
and- if lucky- break fast in bed.

Ball
With your brother from another mother
All those sisters
who will always come before those  misters.

And
if there is
one thing
you should
know:

Love is the epitome of war.

Shakespeare ruled it,
but was he a no one?

And we sometimes
-not always-
forget.

A no one is a some one.
Who  has a beating heart.
So make sure no one has no one,
Now
Is the time to start.

My heart is overflowing with abundant love,
Spilling like my useless tears.
All this love, trapped inside my heart
And no one to share it with.

I stare at this beautiful soul,
Hopping one day to fall as hard as he did,
To feel his heart beat in my bones
But that bubbly feeling I should get is just coal,
Coal that rots in the pit of my stomach.

But my lover prefers to stay hid,
Who knows when I'll fall again...

Who knows...

You never see the world the way it is,
You've never felt cold, hard truth;
Your heart isn't whole, or close to it,
Though it's never been torn in two.