My Mind

I wish i wasn't warped. I wish it was easier for me to say what was on my mind. In truth, at least, part of the truth, yes i AM scared he's going to take her from me... not because she's free to be take, but because she wants him. Despite what they tell me, i cannot be convinced of the fact that i'm of any importance. I dwell, meditate on my short comings and find that i am not enough of a person for anyone.

Not just them, i love them, and they are beautiful.

But eric, the boys, the others.

I want to know everyone, but no one wants to know me for i am simple, easy, unadulterated. I am sweet and pure and i hate it. I want to change.