A breif vent of freeform

Looking through a needles eye

Looking Through a Needle's Eye

by Cure

I don't see what I am doing wrong,

I only said just what I though,

You tell me to take criticism but they can't?

Their proportions were off on the arms,

the legs were way too small,

and quite frankly the head looked just like a raindrop.

When I told them that they got annoyed at me,

And told the teacher that I said their work was awful!

I don't get it!

I just said what I thought,

and now you scold me to take their perspective,

but when will you take mine?

No I didn't notice their head was held high,

and that boastfully gleam in his eyes,

so that emotion is called pride?

Well, I am sorry but I didn't understand that,

Because I can't feel comfortable staying in their eyes,

Or quite frankly anyone elses.

Do I want friends? I should pay more attention if I do?

I know I am supposed to agree,

but quite frankly I don't see the point.

Well, you say the worlds like a piece of cloth,

With stitches holding it together,

but if so I am not one of those.

Yes, I do know how selfish that sounds,

but isnt that how the world sees me already?

Yeah. I am not blind, deaf, or dumb.

Simply I don't understand,

Why you say every now and again,

That I am likeable enough.

Because the others laugh, and scream, and play,

Always talking trivially,

While I watch them from a corner.

I would jump in, I really would!

But wasn't it you who told me never to interrupt?

Whatever. Its a waste of time anyways.

Oh yes! I get it!

You think when I am older I won't be able to get a partner!

who truly needs one of them?

Oh yeah. Just say that I have narrow vision to my face once more,

That I am ridgid,

though I like you alot it pisses me off!

So what? I bump into people,

while I am off dreaming of distant words!

Is that a big deal that I'm a clutz?

They all laugh at me,

because I like to feel certain things,

And I can't sit still through a class.

I am sorry for saying that!

There is nothing wrong with them.

There is something wrong with me.

But then again from my view,

you are the one who is odd.

I am normal.

Is it wrong to touch someone's skin?

or pat their head because I like them?

Or does it make them uncomfortable?

Though, you put me through situations,

that they seem to take pleasure in.

But I want to write my way out of.

I am sorry.

I am sorry.

I am sorry.

I just don't understand,

I just don't understand,

I just don't understand.

I am sorry, I just don't understand.

Because I look at the world through a needle's eye.