glue

sir,
i can't even talk to you
but you sure have a lung full toward me.

i'm sorry that you hate me so much.
but do you really have a right?
you don't know a thing about me.

the longest conversation i have had with you
has been
how are you, goodbye.

do you know that my favorite color is blue?
that singing brings me real joy?
or that sunshine makes me smile?

no. you know
nothing
about me.

instead, you have angry eyes
or don't even give me the decency to
look at me at all.

i'll never understand what it is that i have done
or that your family has done
to make you hate so much.

how desperately lonely it must be to live inside your skin.

hate makes the living hollow
and easily breakable.

oh,
how ridiculous to know
that
the most perfect strangers can sometimes live in the same house.

a-8-twelve.

i feel
empty
all the time
and it's hard for you to understand.
because i am able to
function in a normal manner
smiles and all
but i'm
so lonely
so alone
and the worst part of it all
is i have no reason to be this way.
i have been gifted with many things
and i have great friends
it's just a constant battle i fight
everyday.
but in the end, i always end up
feeling this way.
frustrating. frustrating.
i just don't know where to go from here.
God is too busy
and i have nothing to really say to a mentor
because i look foolish compared to others
nothing is wrong
but everything is wrong
so so wrong.

running

i'm running.
i don't know where i'm going, but
i'm running.
with every step i take, i am letting go just a little bit more.
running away
from us.
who knows where i'll end up.
but i have a feeling that
one day, someday,
i'll run right back into you.
into us.