If I could be like everyone else
would I change everything I am
to fit in when no one really fits in?
I hear the rain on the roof,
the rhythm matches my hands,
dreaming of someone imagined
to fill the space in my bed
to fill the space inside of my head.
I wonder if I’ll ever find him,
the one that will love me as I love him.
Can I remove the things broken within?
I’ve been shattered by
the things of my past,
words spoken that remain lingering within.
I woke up this morning
full of hope for
what will come with a new day
but I know that what lingers
needs to be put away.