I see you.
Here, there...

My eyes are the trees
Brown roots with green breaking through...

You want to keep things separate
Until I am doing the separating...

I feel like this is where I end
In the parking lot of a thrifty wash...

Since i was 9 i was the fat kid
Unloved by my father...

I am more than the messes I've made
More than the causes I've lost...

Lately I feel like one big question mark
I no longer know where I belong...

Feels like the weight of the world
Is on my shoulders...

My love,
What went wrong...

I yearn to feel you in my arms.
To roll together like clouds in the sky...

I am nothing to be ashamed of.
I did not choose the method of my conception...

You see me
Like no one else does...