Twisted grunts...

I feel like a monster. I believe I'm something that's untamed. A presence that's already spoken for. Something not for all the games. I'm different. An issue that's frustrates most. A likeable yet stubborn stare. I ain't the one but I wanna be. Only if there was someone in which I cared. Then maybe the other side of me could be seen. But until then I'm just a creature in shadows. Hiding just beyond the light. Calm in stagnant but mellow. Parading not what I ain't. Shielded bcuz others cannot evolve. Living with excuses I believe I'm alone. Yet I know that's how the world revolves. Pointing bitty fingers to remain safe n sound. In a corrupt voice behind closed doors. I'm a thing that cannot be explained. N I'm not the only one craving more. From the swells of the eyes died a up. To the mind that witnesses trigger coming on. From the heart I rest in my own free joy. Lonely n drifting, seeking some sorta norm. I I'm not what others think. Or maybe I am as they cling to the knowing. Tampered with, yet, reincarnated to live again. But they know, sexually I need the controlling? Ate up n smiling within I'm no one special. Just another face hidden away. Wanting I am off something on another level...