Popcorn

Sometimes I don’t understand why 

We all try so hard 

To be something we are not 

So much so 

That 

Everyone 

Behind the walls, 

behind the fences. 

Behind the perfect, 

the imperfections. 

Swallow my pride, 

I am not 

The leaves have fallen. 

They are changing. 

It's almost that time of year again. 

Over there, a little boy  

sits alone, 

I catch glimpses of him in mirrors

That strange boy

He's so shy, but he's so loving 

Yet most treat him like a toy

He wanders the empty streets alone

No one can see him

He is there

I'm getting older. 

I often struggle to notice.  

I'm with myself all the time, 

I know myself better than anyone.  

I am a lost sailor 

Pulling 

Tugging at 

The boat 

The wave 

Here 

Crashing down on me 

Ripping my soul into 

As many pieces as there are grains of