Nothing At All

I sit squarely in the land of being so judged by all of society. It is okay for all outside of me, but not for me. Maybe CRIMINAL MINDS always prevail, and I am nothing at all. Cute and sweet is a part of me, but my rage is definite. I'm tired of being so scared to be me, and always being alone in society. I wear a smile and have to keep everything in, as I keep this weblog running to power the moon and stars. I plug in with feedback and emails. Looking at you, OFFICER, I hear you calling me to call you, but I know to stay away. Be careful not to verbalize about me, or YOU will be me infinity. Let's just say RABBIT in the mouth of WOLF. I just do what I do. Brain damage keeps it all fairly flat. When I hook into my spirit, I can soar with the eagles, but for now I am silent and nothing at all.