I always was content, but too hungry to ever know it
Workin steadily, bettering myself and it was always showing
Always was the one to love more wether it was in tact or confusing and not hold back
Like the love of Romeo for Juliet with the strength of a married old man
I always was the wanderer and spacing off into my world
Wanting to find more like a baby crawling in a new room when it’s first born
Always was the first to show how I really feel about anything
Never being able to cover up what I was really to think
I always was the one to wonder about other people in my head
Asking questions to myself about family and friends but even people I never met
Always was the person to standout even when I was the same just because
Like the smaller pup of the litter always considered the runt
I always was hoping that I’m not the only person that always was

I am a good person but I do bad things sometimes
Complicated I may be
I am beautifully disastrous
You can see it in my eyes
Human
I'm imperfect
I struggle
I'm ME

Some people touch you
Set your skin on fire
Body up in some invisible flames
It's common to touch your surface
Reaching your soul takes specific aim

If someone sticks out and waves their hand
During your coldest longest hour
They deserve to feel warmest
You have the power

It does not happen often
Matter of fact it is quite rare
Go and put yourself out
When it's their turn they're not there

Who is beside you in celebration
And ALSO in your greif?
Should be thankful if just one person
Has your back
In you shows belief