I want my words to be beautiful
Words of silk
that travel along my tongue
like the flowing river
Instead, my words are blunt
harsh, sharp, choppy realities
that have no illusion of sophistication
no element of beauty
I don't have any dignity
Haven't enough self-respect
to keep my secrets
locked in a box
So, like a clumsy buffoon
I fling my mess around
Like I'm Oprah on a fucking talk show
"You get some emotional baggage!" "You get some emotional baggage!"
I watch the world pass by
and wonder why I can't be a part of it
I try to force myself in
Like a child with the wrong puzzle piece
Of course, I never succeed
And everyone can tell
I'm not meant to be there
I'm not meant to be here.
I'm sure you hate me
for my fixation on you
I'm sorry
You just made me feel like I could belong
And maybe I was wrong,
but I thought you were the same
I fell in love with the idea
that it wasn't just me
