At the end of all things, I am alone
A thesis; I obeserve and do not participate
An assumption; Obviously, I am defunct
A prophecy; I will never hold anyone's hand

i am jealous for i have no-one
I am Frankenstein, a creature
Created
wandering alone
all i want is another of my kind
someone who understands, or;
tries to

I'm in love
with everyone, everything!
But the children fear me, or despise me
laugh at me
spit in my face
run off towards my so called peers
They are so high above me
or so far below me
i cannot tell
but in any way
we are not peers
for...

I wrote in a book
on my stomach
carved "why?" into my arm
why should they have what I am denied

Why do I love so much?
It would be easy for me to give nothing and to receive nothing in turn

but i love so much
put myself so far out
nothing is returned
nothing is returned

a unicycle is slower and less efficient then walking
should i simply dismount
give this thing up
watch the laughing, lolling bicyclists peter by
like old forties movie
girlish squeals from the pretty frames sitting on the handlebars
bright summer dresses
long golden tresses
flowing in the wind
to get caught in the fedoras and smiles of the steer-ers

i am wild with it
jealousy

I don't even like the boy that much!
I just like his kind too much
more then they ever will me

i don't want understanding
i just want someone to try and understand
the endeavor means it all