i am unconventional
i talk to myself just to hear my voice
i see music in my mind
soring notes that form my soul
i sit just to contemplate the nature
of nothing in particular
i can feel words unspoken between my hands
i taste truth on my tongue and it is good
but i cannot swallow
my way is not the best way
i do not save the world
i do not save myself
music is my realm but i cannot play
i can only experience
language is the blanket that warms me at night
though it mocks me in the day
my heart is a disease that will save me
for i feel too deep
look at me for me, stranger and
try my world before you mock
for i have tried yours
and we are not that different