Sometimes I want to cry, scream, kick my feet and yell F*** you all
Sometimes I want to be mean, scream, kick my feet and yell “Maybe I’m not who I seem!”
Sometimes I want to run from fear, embarrassment, hatred, and you
For I am confused and know not what to do.
Sometimes I want to be tickled, scream, kick my feet and yell, “I give in”
Sometimes I am happy…
Enough to want to be touched and share my soul with all
And then sometimes I am so lost.
Lost enough that to find myself encourages a giggle to arise, from deep within.
Giggle to roar, making me crazy, enclosing me and causing my world to constantly spin.
So please, lift your hand and slap me, for this is not who I am to be
It is only a temporary form of me.