i know that look! i know every word that is unspoken, that lies within that look. [why do so many share the same?] that little jump, that little crinkled brow, the little voice that inside echoes: ‘why are you this way?’ i know those words! i see every word before it is spoken, it lies within your mind and spills forth from confidence assured, [why do so many share the same?] that little quirky smile, that little tingling fear, the casual-sounding voice stammers: “you’re not like the others”
i know that very thought! i hear it before it is even formed, it lies within your questioning soul and struggles to come forth, [why do so many share the same?] that little contemplation, that little preoccupation, the little wonder that catches you by surprise: “why do you not belong?”
yes but none ever voice nor think nor see… that i cannot help, but be me.