your world.

i used to sit alone
and wonder how long
it would take to get here,
to get to life.
call this heaven or
call it hell,
but save your breath
when all is right.

life is about one storm
after another,
and i'm not ever
there to see.
i'm too busy searching
for something i could never be.
looking for the angels and
their walls.
praying to someone that
you don't call.

if you think i'm blind,
keep putting those pictures on there.
if you think i'm deaf,
keep saying my name.
if you think i forgot,
remember the story you
told me about your whole world
wanting to be
just
like
me.




and so each time i happen
by your world, i turn my face
into the prettiest form of rage,
and hope they pray to their god.
pray, pray hard.

you want me, or you want to be me.
either way, dear, you're blue with
envy.

because in a world like mine,
you could never live.
there are rules and regulations
you could never follow.
there are secrets
you could never keep.
i should have told you
in the beginning, but i chose
day 23.






and so each time i happen
by your world, i turn my face
into the prettiest form of rage,
and hope they pray to their god.
pray, pray hard.

we are not the same.