ever feel isolated in the midst of a crowded room?

kid, you're not alone.

ever feel as if escapism is your only option?

kid, you're not alone.

for here are the people that will let you in or cut you out

and your happiness clings to them

scratches into their senseless skin

the initials of your name

and you don't feel it,

they don't feel it

you want them to experience the magnitude of your gravity

but they won't let you in.

and you cry to them

and you beg to them

because you are lowly

because most of all, you are lonely!

and you want to be just like

them.

THEY give you HOPE when they SAY maybe someday but just not TODAY

and write down everything in their files

in their files in their fake egotistical smiles

you are that romantic egotist, aren't you?

staring at them all?

expecting the best?

you should know better by now,

you really should.

didn't you parents ever tell you that?

so let it all out, let it all come spilling out

all that frusterations of your gut

face it, you're another overly EMOTIONAL, overly SENSITIVE frail-bodied SLUT.

give it time

give it all the time in the world

and then wonder

why you don't have anything to claim in return.

murmur maybe they can hear you now

just a little louder

just to better your own two wishes

one to be accepted and two to be just like them

you don't want to spend these nights anymore

like a robot, like a lost soul,

using all sorts of alternatives to fill that monstrous hole

destruction leads to evolution

and to tell them is your only solution

they aren't listening.

don't you see it now?

they aren't listening

they're laughing

talking about god like they know him

talking about their lovers for two months

his name. don't you ever say his name.

you think you've been abandoned

and yeah, you have.

so what else are you to do?

you reach out and you attempt to grab

all that you can

painting me a picture like those cubist folks couldn't get any better

maybe we're all schizophrenic here, or only just you.

is everyone...?

they're not listening.

and you return home

yourself is the only one that can hear you murmur off into the great jumbled beyond.