Dream on mate!
Looking over the balcony I see people going about there lives, I watch in admiration and jealousy. How do they do it, where I am stuck in the plains in my head my mind in deep yurning it turns to pain and it hurts. But no one sees it no one hears the in me call out in this bubble when my outside don’t show the real me in side it’s a Feeling of being judged the look over the sound of my voice people get it right then wrong I feel wrong to correct them back.
I am me, just incomplete it’s not a phase I I am not a phase so no mocking. How can I love or be loved when I am incomplete. Feeling all you can do is watch the world spin on as there’s no qwick solutions and a don’t think some one would want a broken person. So I will have to wait.