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I wish you knew who I truly am…I’m but broken dams…
I don’t want to be that call at 2 AM
The crowd of a hundred people…like long lost lambs…
I want to be exactly like them…them…

They say I’m autistic and artistic
But, I am being imaginative and realistic
Is this fiction or reality? It’s so epic
That I haven’t a clue if I’m a perfect pic

A perfect pick for this role
My soul is breaking as a whole
I’m sorry I’ve let you down
With an upside down frown

I don’t want to be that call at 2 AM
No, not at all, ma’am…I wish you’d understand
I won’t allow it to make me fall as I am
Slowly but surely arising from the sinking sand

I constantly wish and pray for your lovely safety’s sake
As I am comforted by my lonesome, lamentable lake
I languish and I have mere anguish today
I wish you could feel my ache and dismay

I don’t want to call you at 2 AM
And bother you with my bittersweet emotions
I wish you’d accept me for who I am
These emotions crash into me like oceans

Maybe I am dyslexic
Maybe I am autistic
Maybe I am schizophrenic 
Maybe I am bipolar and manic
But, I am not severe depression
I am not high anxiety’s suppression
I am not an anxious boy anymore
I am not a sorrowful boy, forlorn, torn and sore to the core

I will call you up at 2 AM
Someday, someday, someday
I will show who I truly am
With or without this…fickle dismay

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