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I want to be the boy inside my head
I want to be the boy inside my head
Do I starve myself and hope that things will mould into place?
That the curves and bumps that don’t fit will disappear?
Am I strong enough to tell my family?
Never
I want to be the boy inside my head
But would daddy still love me if he were here?
A different name
A different person
Please
I want to be the boy inside my head
Why couldn't I have been born as him?
No one could want someone like me
I have no place on an earth like this
Worthless
I want to be the boy inside my head
Do I starve myself and hope that things will mould into place?
That the curves and bumps that don’t fit will disappear?
Am I strong enough to tell my family?
Never
I want to be the boy inside my head
But would daddy still love me if he were here?
A different name
A different person
Please
I want to be the boy inside my head
Why couldn't I have been born as him?
No one could want someone like me
I have no place on an earth like this
Worthless
I want to be the boy inside my head
Published 24th Jul 2014
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28th Jul 2014 6:22am
What is your purpose for being here? On this poetry site, but also in life.
What? So, if you as a puzzle piece doesn't fit somewhere, then you give up. Your colors don't match up to the colors where you might fit?
Get over it~
Do you want to know why you should get over not finding a spot to fit?
Let me tell you a story--just calm your soul and listen:
I was also a puzzle piece, but I was without color, a white little piece.
After searching and searching for a place to fit, I began questioning what made a puzzle...
You needed people and groups to make a puzzle. Other puzzle pieces~
So I became a fiction writer, and a story painter. I became many things, because it meant that if I have many stories, then there will be many people inside these stories in order for these stories to be properly told.
Thus, I have created my people.
So I can now make myself my own puzzle pieces~
I as a painter have also given my pieces colors, so that they will fit, no matter the picture they make~
Now, remember--
I'm only as 'crazy' as other people may view YOU to be 'crazy'~
If you can't find your place here, make one for yourself.
Now, I ask again:
What is your purpose for being here, giving poetry? As one friendly author to another~
And what is your purpose in life?
These may seem like difficult questions, but you're a question and dealing with difficulty~
Welcome~
What? So, if you as a puzzle piece doesn't fit somewhere, then you give up. Your colors don't match up to the colors where you might fit?
Get over it~
Do you want to know why you should get over not finding a spot to fit?
Let me tell you a story--just calm your soul and listen:
I was also a puzzle piece, but I was without color, a white little piece.
After searching and searching for a place to fit, I began questioning what made a puzzle...
You needed people and groups to make a puzzle. Other puzzle pieces~
So I became a fiction writer, and a story painter. I became many things, because it meant that if I have many stories, then there will be many people inside these stories in order for these stories to be properly told.
Thus, I have created my people.
So I can now make myself my own puzzle pieces~
I as a painter have also given my pieces colors, so that they will fit, no matter the picture they make~
Now, remember--
I'm only as 'crazy' as other people may view YOU to be 'crazy'~
If you can't find your place here, make one for yourself.
Now, I ask again:
What is your purpose for being here, giving poetry? As one friendly author to another~
And what is your purpose in life?
These may seem like difficult questions, but you're a question and dealing with difficulty~
Welcome~
