Ariadne's Thread

My whole body hurts

I can feel the pain of the millions around me

I can see into the minds of the spectators at the gate

from this, my whole body hurts

I see the colors that surround the people

I see who they really are

beneath the facades and egos, I see who they really are

scared alone, wanting something else

needing someone to take away the pain

from this, my whole body hurts

I can't help that I am different

or I fall in love with images of you

but when you fall too, I am to blame for the guilt and the shame that the image brings

I hate that image

I hate the image I portray for another, can't I just be me

can't someone like me for who I am

an image lures you in but the colors should hold you in place

that never happens

from this my whole body hurts

I am tired of the pain

I am tired of the lethargy

the constant bickering

the idle talk

why can't I just belong to the one who gives me the love I need

not anyone

not someone

her

over there

beyond compare

I discriminate, when others have done it to me

I like models, while no one models me

I like intelligence, while some think I am foolish

I like images too, when I want to throw mine away

I want to find out who she is

but I am afraid to ask

I need answers, when I have no questions

I need a rainbow without the rain

I need the night, without the day

I wonder if someone would model me

I wonder if she would model me, or throw me away, like the evening news

there are so many things to ask, but I have no words to speak:

indignity

salvation

destruction

evolution

end

are all I can say

all I can think