There is second to none appeal as to being a teddy bear, for one you can mold, break, be ripped to shreds by children who have had a bad day. I am terribly cuddly but only when provoked, she wishes I was a teddy bear but alas I am not, I am a boy in high tops and colored socks.

      I wonder, sometimes I wonder what the fuck is wrong with society. And when I say "society" I mean us all, we are all fucked up in one obvious way or another. And yet we cannot accept each other for these, we simply can't deal with the idea of someone else having a fault. Perhaps it's just me, maybe I'm the only one to see it happening daily.

       Supposedly, according to all the kids in my college I'm gay. Which is not true, and if I was gay I would have no trouble saying. One friend of mine said, "At first I thought you were gay but then I realized you're just eccentric." Why can't the world be like that? Why won't the realize, or even acknowledge the obvious? It's enough to drive me mad, mad enough to go walking to nowhere. Nowhere off into the distance, and it looks nice. Nice enough that I want to visit it, and leave this place behind briefly.







My Troubled mind


It's getting harder to breathe now these days.
It's getting harder to be myself.
It makes me worry as to how I have turned out.
If I have become someone else.

Would it bother much if they let me be?
I only want to be me.
I only want to be myself some day.
For now I don't want the world to see.

It's getting better somedays when it rains,
on my pane, the window pane.
And no one can get inside,
to trouble me or my mind.

Being is simply a state of mind,
and you know you want so much more.
Living in my dreams makes it alright,
it makes it alright to lose my soul.

It's getting harder to breathe now these days.
It's getting harder to be myself.
Sometimes I see another way to be,
but then I would be someone else.

And all I want is to be free.
We can be free forever.
I want to be free forever.