Daft.

I can't tell you why I'm feeling so daft and petty,
sitting in this dark room all cold and scary,
waiting for a little light to shine and hold me,
whispering some little things to brighten and console me.

But am I really the one that needs this bright and shine
and 'wakey.' Wake me
Up from this makeshift low I'm feeling
Up and out too far from feeling 'nakey.' Naked,
raw, meaningful, stop we can't go 'takey.' Take me
down a notch, I can't just watch, I think I need some action.

So I can act and react to the loud commotion,
act and react to the show of emotion, the ocean.
It puts the notion on it's skin and watch
he'll rub it right on in and watch
him painting on a grin and as he paints his way to sin,
grimace.

How can I finish? I haven't witnessed
tragedy, oh fragile me, don't hide from me
I need to see this image.

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Randomly sparking up a conversation with an outcome from left field, I sat not knowing what was real, or how I felt, or how to react. So I took out my book and pen and started sketching out my words, thinking what I was feeling was completely absurd. Maybe it was a wrong reaction, but how am I supposed to know? I've never been in a situation like this. My life at home seems so tame at times. I feel left out of some of the more drastic things. Like I can't take it? I feel like I live too far away for them to be including. How am I supposed to cope with these kinds of things when I encounter one in my ballpark? I'll just sit there blankly staring and my emotions will flounder. Will I cry? Can I cry? The last time I did was for a cartoon dog. And so many things keep happening around me; I sometimes feel bogged down under all this weight and pressure I can't comprehend. There are some other things that I need to say but happenstance won't bend for me. This is what's making me feel so foolish and petty and cowardly. I need to find the guts and out and say, "I'm ready." I feel like I'm being too selfish in my thoughts and I can't think of how to help it.