Short Story (and poetry) Collection

~Waiting for the Frost~

What am I feeling now?
Writing these words on this page,
No thoughts come to mind,
I'm alone in here. Just me.

It's just me in here, screaming to myself,
It's just me in here, crying for sane thoughts.
It's just me in here, sitting by myself.
I'm alone in here, waiting for the frost
To settle.

When I first found out that I was different,
Not at all like the others, I wondered
To myself, why am I, not fitting in like they do?
Is there something wrong with me?

Maybe if I could see the world through their eyes,
I could begin to understand, stand with them,
I want to fit in with the rest.
Is there a problem in a place within me?

What am I doing now?
Looking back on who I was
And no thoughts come to mind.
I'm alone in here. Just me.

It's just me in here, screaming to myself,
It's just me in here, crying for sane thoughts.
It's just me in here, sitting by myself.
I'm alone in here, waiting for the frost
To settle.

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Turn around, look up, the sun is shining in my eyes,
It burns, it burns, it burns.
Turn around, look back at the ground, my shadow,
Now I'm falling into the black.

What a mess, why am I, so incompetent at life?
What a reck, I can't fly, I can't to anything right.

I know this is wrong, I know this ain't right.
Things need to change, I need to change.
Where do I start?
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Am I really alone here?
Wanting to scream and shout,
No feelings come to mind.
I'm not alone anymore. You're here.

You're beside me now, screaming to the sun,
You're beside me now, a shoulder to cry on.
You're beside me now, standing here as one,
No longer will I stay, waiting for the frost
To settle.