weird

If you think you are weird, wait a moment for me.

I will see you and raise you. Weirder,

I am coloured outside the lines

And have been so happy to be so unsound.

Tell me what you need, won’t you?

Shake my shoulders.

Demand it from me.

Scare me with the thought of leaving.

Remind me I could lose.

Wake me up.

Shout your orders,

Or else I will not hear.

This sadness has deafened me; numbed me so.

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