To find one’s place is hard enough/
Let alone deciphering all that moral, political, and religious stuff
There’s school and work, and trying to make a friend or two
You know – someone who doesn’t only want you around for a good screw?
They’re out there, they are;
What I can’t say for sure is exactly where… or how far.
Sometimes I think I’m rather bright;
But the older I get, the more I realize, this world harbors more dark than light.
What do you do
How do you act
When this world fools you with falsities for fact?
I really did think I could help the world not to suffer
And that someday, some good man would ask me to look in the mirror and whisper,
“See that woman? I love her”
Maybe that can still happen.
I’m sure there is still time.
But is it so wrong to want it now, that sweet sublime?
Most nights I refuse to look at myself straight in the face
All dressed in my sheers and lace
Excuse me, Sir
Do you know the pain that comes with knowing my My Place?
Sure, sometimes it makes sense;
It even seems right and not so hard
But then that familiar feeling begins suffocating again.
I blame thee naught, O Universe.
It is only to thy Self I cry and curse.
They seem to be created by those lesser parts of me
Surely I can’t be alone on this dismal path
Surely I cannot be the sole victim of soul wrath?
I feel as though I’m desperate for a kin –
A friendly face who knows what it feels like inside this skin.
Everyday I feel more certain
Everyday it becomes more clear
My parents were right when they told me,
“You aren’t like the others, my dear”
If only I’d known how true that would be
I could have saved myself some of the mistakes and misery.