I Am

April 4, 2009
I am alone and whimsical.
I wonder why they are looking at me.
I hear rock music in the background.
I see a stage and people through a glass jumping up and down.
I want to feel the music pulsing through my veins.
I am alone and whimsical.

I pretend to be happy.
I feel the glass shatter and the music starts to take over my body.
I touch my forearm to make sure I still feel.
I worry that I'm losing my mind.
I cry because I feel solitary.
I am alone and whimsical.

I understand this may not work.
I say I love you.
I dream about you and I.
I try to show you how much I care.
I hope we can see the world together.
I am alone and whimsical.

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