Ranted

Won't you look at me?
And see me
Who I am
Who I want to be
Who I want
Who I love

Won't you see me.
I want
I need to know
What you see
when you look at me
What you know
about me

What do you hate
what do you love
Is there a way
a chance
a hope.
I hope

I hope there is.




So I sat down, opened blogger, and tried to put my thoughts into words. I rested my fingertips on the keys and tried to get the thought. At some point, I just closed my brain and my fingers moved on their own. I know it sounds dumb, but it's true. I snapped back and noticed two and a half lines so I allowed my fingers to continue the writing for me. It came out in less than a minute. It's cliche, yeah, but I don't care. When I went back to "edit" all I did was fix typos. Not grammatical errors or punctuation or anything. Just when words were spelled wrong. I think it's best this way...