The things I can't say but feel

Maybe I'm weird. I've lost that battle but won it the same. Sameness is
for losers. They have no imagination.

I'm stuck in a waste of my thoughts: what do I say to agirl that I fancy?

That she makies me wilder and more in touch. That she makes me feel, and
feel like I am. That her sweet existence makes the very air I breathe
that much sweeter.

Tis nothing in this piss shit of a life. I'm the poorer for not speaking
how I feel. But I live in a world full of poverty.