It's My Life

Trapped in a capsule in this time,
Having an urge to emerge.
Like a foreign soul in an unfamiliar environment,
It will never change.

Anticipation for empathy, understanding, connection between 2 minds;
Which they call love,
Otherwise be ostracised.
Paranormal evolving to norm,
Yet having desire to be normal.

Leeches sticking to me,
But they never leave without having a part of you.
Superficial never overides internal bleeding,
Definitely hurting.
Perhaps just waiting for it to clot,
But it's different now;
Slightest scratch will unclot again.
Much I have to bleed,
Just how much more?
Feeling numb and hiding it.
Enthusiasm for The Leech never dies,
In a sea of cheap leeches everywhere.

Intimately true,
Intimacy desired.
He will provide for you.