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.
harmless aren’t i? never a look away never more than a few words to say ever a smile thought not sad if certainly lost ever a twinkle…moreso a reflection of every other spirit surely i say too much and not mean much surely i say but one word and mean simply everything with only my unmet glance when you look upon me do i not seem not here? intangled within my own yearning-keening-dreamings and all other ings too dark and painful to delve and keep how very little harm they will do so at first…