Stare out the window
Wonderings float in my mind
Things happen for a reason
Do they not
Why this
Pain
It keeps me locked up
I stand in a wide open feild
And feel caged
It makes me think more about
Expression...
Adults, elders...they long for me to express myself
T H E Y tell us they can help us
Therapists, councelors...
It's all just talk
Can they listen to my eyes
They want us to express these feelings
Then when they hear something they don't like
The screaming begins...
They don't make an effort to understand
Just an effort to muffle what's important to us
They look at me
Snickers slap me in the face
I need to see what they say
Behind my back
Who are my friends
What do they do when I can't see
Expressing their feelings
Those feelings of me
I know I'm not alone
It just feels that way
We are all scared
The people like me
Who feel like me
But they are not me
Being an individual
It's all in our heads
If everyone is trying to be an individual
Then being an individual is in fact
Trying to be like
E V E R Y O N ExE L S E
I don't want to be them
I blend
I Stand out
I am myself
I am confused
IxA MxC O N F U S I O N
They must know
If they ask us to express ourselves
We will
They need not know the story
Just who I have become
What we have become
They should look at me now
And know I am just like them
We are all the same
The S A M E
We are all humans
We all bleed
They were my first cut
They are my last scar
Tell me who I am
And I will push it back into their face
I will tell them
That what lies behind my eyes
Lies buried deep
Only I can try to find myself
I don't know who I am
I don't know who I will become
Tell me now
That they can tell me who I am
I don't think they'll be saying anything
As I stare out the window
With nothings in my mind
I am Chrystine
I can say that-N.O.T them
Who are they?
Tell me the answer...