The Way I'm Supposed To Be

It's not the way I feel,
Or what I see.
It's who I am,
The way I'm supposed to be.

If I can't find a way,
To become someone,
Then maybe it's why I believe,
That I've already won.

My words are the connections,
My eyes are the windows,
Into a whole new world,
For you to discover and know.

I try to remember,
How it made me feel.
The deep longing I had,
But I know it would never be real.

Your sounds, your eyes,
I recollect in my dreams.
Never have I felt so sublime,
Or perhaps, so it seems.

I'll never experience,
Anything like this again,
So I'll close my eyes,
And imagine the way it was then.