FREAK
it is feelings of lust,
that I must trust,
to turn me into a freak.
the feeling of pain,
will bring no gain,
but just will make me shriek.
the frustration
that there is no flirtation
makes the anger start to pique.
it is jealousy,
I have of him,
but I know I cannot speak.
but worst of all is the feeling
that has every teenager kneeling,
the loneliness
the wall to bliss
the yearning to kiss
the one I miss
it is turned me into a freak
I suppose it hurts them too,
when I try to stick to them like glue,
but I find that they are not you,
and suddenly there is a change of view.
it is every day,
I try to say,
that I would not stray,
if only she would tear it away,
hold me close,
and give me a healthy dose,
of that stuff that makes you bloom into a rose
and shows you that you aren't a freak.
