Dreams Can Be Deceiving, Like Faces Are

He Goes Along Just As A Water Lily Gentle On The Surface Of His Thoughts His Body Floats Unweighed Down By Passion Or Intensity Yet Unaware Of The Depth Upon Which He Coasts And He Finds A Home In Me For What Misfortune Sows, He Knows My Touch Will Reap

Do They Think I'm On Drugs? That I Have A Life-threatening Illness? That I'm Anorexic? Emotionally, It Doesn't Get Easier To Hear Those Criticisms - But It Gets Easier To Be Resolute About My Reaction To It.

I Really Don't Think Anything I Do Is A Mistake. It Could Be If I Didn't Learn From It.

Everybody Acts Like I'm Nuts. I'm Not Nuts I Just Want To Feel It All.

If I Respect Myself And Believe In What I'm Doing, No One Can Touch Me.