I’m a dreamer I’m a creeper
I’m a weirdo without a cage
due to addictions and flawed attractions
I’ve found myself overwhelmed with feelings unknown
Before I fall asleep I surely lock the door
Reality is we are all different
Yet we all long for love The only indifferent of the world we are all blinded by our own weakness to be loved. We are broken by our fears. To reach out to speak up to do what’s right But what happens if your idea of what’s normal is far from the truth
What does that make us