I walk into the room,
The eyes with their gaping pits.
"Hi," I say.
"Hi," they say.
And things go on as they should.
I'm no one special.
I sit in the back,
The hair supported by the neck.
More people talk,
Is it my turn yet?
Jokes and laughs and plans, good things.
My story is nothing special.
I daydream about the one,
The smell of him engulfs my heart.
The illusion disappears,
I'm back with the group
With their mirth and merriment.
My love is nothing special.
And so it continues...
And so it continues...
And so it continues...
...
...
...
IT'S MY TURN!
I need to talk!
My chest is burdened with this weight.
Let me let go.
Help me.
I need help.
My love, the angel,
Flown back to the temples of Athens.
I want to talk about it and know
That they know what I know.
The feelings, the emotions,
They're a human thing.
Happiness and fun can wait till later.
I just want a friend who's like me.
No explanations, no "Well, you see"'s
I want to just be me.
Look at me, love me.
I want to be selfish.