why i?

i don't know

if he

is she

if them

will love me someday

why i am asking myself?

why i am not like the others?

so simply

why am i crying?

my heels are burnning

i am their..... should i die?

so

i can live without their opinions

but

why should i care?

far away

where the wild things are i am

demon lovers playing soggy biscuits

blind ravens lickin' me

sirens screaming of pasion

lotions everywhere

i don't want to lie with the truth

because i am lying all the time!