I do not search for some twisted sort of attention,
Merely a friend, a person, someone to share this load.
How would I myself know where is safe to turn? I long to be
approached with open arms and an open mind,
To allow these toxic thoughts some means of escape:
For my tender mind is pulled and stretched so taught
Against the grains of society and acceptable thoughts.
By day I smile, but as certain as the seasons, by night, my thoughts wander down a twisted lane.
This is sure to come. As sure as the leaves abandon the trees come winter
A bony vulnerable structure left to fight the vicious winds of humanity and self destruction.
I am ashamed to admit this ghastly truth; to be so wrongly unhappy. I long for someone
To see into my soul, past my painted smiles
And to save me from myself.
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