waiting for the punchlinewatched and judged by others

so confused

wanting something to be right

mostly feeling

sitting in my awful silence

keeping a the terrible secrets

wishing for a peaceful death

feeling utterly alone

uniqueness was a gift

I had nowhere safe to share

waiting for the end

crying all alone

not really evil

just protecting myself

trying not to be bitter

wanting only innocence

but already to jaded

to focused on surviving

on following my instincts

Not my art work

just my words