The cliques and the clans, 

The sands of time slip through my hands,

somewhere between fitting in and not caring,

Realizing I do not even know who I am,

All I know is I am not who I am perceived to be,

but somewhere I heard that perception is reality,

Whose reality,

Is it mine,

How do I change that and do I have time,

What am I good at,

besides putting words on a page,

Does that define me,

Is the time I sit and ponder wasted,

If God is real why can I not see him in these faces,

I know everybody is different than me,

but I've never been me and still never felt a partof the we,

and I know there are holes in my soul,

I am swiss cheese,

Honestly I found out I don't like the birds or the bees,

I look at everyone else and ask how they make it look so easy,

but then again how do I,

I see myself less when I look at a mirror,

then when I look at the sky,

I make the most friends when I'm alone,

I love art, and I love beauty,

I love creating things,

Making things is hard and my life has been living proof,

I am nothing if who I am is connecte to what I do,

I need to change the world,

What do we have to lose