They see you not
For you do not fit in
Why would you want to?
When you were born to stand out?
They do not understand
They never will...
The sheer imperfection of perfection
Or the belief that there is something
called perfect
That the fault is ours
For we cannot hold it
You see everything they never will
For they do not understand,
you see?
Now,
As my fingers connect with your hair
Linking through the strands
Locking myself in you
Your pain becomes mine
They do not understand
But I do.
// side note:
For you, who chose not to understand me.
From me, who understood you perfectly.
