i dont know what to do with myself.

i dont fit.

no matter where it is

that i place myself.

i have little to give

and what i do is way too simple.

i have trouble connecting

and feel alone always.

i dont know why im so different,

but know that i always have been.

i dont see the world the way others do

and in truth,  i never ever want to.

im stuck right now,

between worlds and wishes,

dreams and reality,

goals and chores,

and im usually too tired to pick up the pace

enough to make it anywhere at all.

and when all is said and done,

i just want to be held

and loved

and wanted

forever.

the problem is,

i also want

to be understood.

and that,

i know,

is just

too much.