Strange is a word to describe ones feelings towards another. If I am so strange, then why must you involve me, in your hurtful words? For I have done nothing wrong, or so I hope. As I am myself, but you are a strange follower of everyone else. No difference in what you do, only I can tell.Today is the same as tomorrow, with a different name, now is that so strange? I am another with a different name, therefore how am I strange? I am odd in your eyes, but with mine I see who you are, not how you look. Only how you act and move, nothing can help me to describe myself. But with you I know now I am no stranger than you.
If I was I wouldn’t go to you.
I wouldn’t follow you.
If you stood with me, we could.
But alone I can’t.
Cause you held me up.
Held me up high. With out that I feel like I’m falling. Nothing was ever the same. I used to think you helped me. But you pushed me down. Tried to tell me I was Helpless. I Figured it out pretty quick. Why? I asked myself that everyday. Every waking moment. As I sat alone in this dark, hurtful place, that could only be your heart. Falling has never been fun. Why? Cause you feel Helpless. After you hit the ground you can be injured. But standing up can be the hardest part. After you get up. Climbed a tower that you can finally see the world and all the wonders in it.
Cause being trapped can hurt your distance from the world. And always makes you feel Helpless.