awkward girl

 
melancholy is lovely tonight
I gaze at her quietly in the shadows
dressed in my saddened truths she glows
there is something beautiful in my brokeness

she picks a wildflower from my garden of regret
hands it lovingly to me
it's scribed with the evening's pain
I press it into my diary of sin
a declaration of acceptance
I usually cause my sorrow

there is one thing that plagues me
I love humanity...I love people
but I'm an odd one
most people don't take to me
so I feel left out...

I find myself somewhere in the middle
not right with the upright ladies
not quite a fit with the cool group
I don't know maybe I'm too intense
it saddens me...

then there is my overactive imagination
I usually don't talk about it--
the things I wonder about
my mind full of endless questions about the universe
and of the world, as it is

so I keep to myself at peace with nature communing with God
that is when he's not hiding his face from me
I wonder if my incessant mind chatter doesn't bother him too