Yo, over here!

Talkin', but I'm never heard,

Screaming turns your head.

You miss so many words,

I'd be better off dead.

You see your vision,

of a boy child.

He's neat, he's clean,

smart and mild.

Not a young man struggling,

needing and wanting understanding.

Not a young man struggling,

with these emotions unwinding.

Telling you my pain,

you deny that it's real.

You're driving me insane,

as you tell me how to feel.

I'm not him,

I'm not her.

I have a personality,

that's all alone.

My tears do not phase you,

as you tell me that you care.

Always trying to come to you,

but you are never there.

The day has come,

I'm no longer there.

Your tears do not phase me,

because, I'm tired of yelling,

"Yo, over here!"

Write to me:

Norman Wayne Whillote C29683

310-2-61L Po Box 9

Avenal, CA 93204

USA