back
it wanders lone and sane
searching silently,
but never really looking.
it cries for others, never itself.
it stares blankly,
confused by everything you said,
everything you've done,
to have somehow tangled it up.
it screams,
vainly,
like a child for its demons,
but it can never be heard.
driving itself to insanity - only
then will it find its partner.
once it's been changed into something
it's not,
something the world wants it to be,
but it never wanted to be itself.
finally loving a partner,
but hating itself.
6/10/00
