Co-Dependence

Whoa......Whoa......Whoa...... Dwelling deep in thought. Time of realization of the being within frustrates. Is it a curse? As I wonder and wonder and fiqure to solve. Why is everyone glancing at me so? The mirror says "quite normal," but nothing else I fear. Slower are my steps than yours. But my patence, endless...see. I am me not you. But so many, so different. I hunger for my ailing differences. keep me down. So...So...low. Falling continually deeper and farther. Wondering, Will I ever eat the fruit of my being as everyone else has. I am not you, or your keeper. I am not your commodity. Yes I am very needed, yet the world rejects my type, except a clothe to cling some dirt. A rug, It has it's uses, But me... much more. How can one take flight and fly out of the pit? The dust clothe, the rug, are not laundered ever. They are heavy with dirt and sticky with element that never leave. And what does one do with stains? So cursed, so sad, So co-dependant. Yet so needed! Yes I need me. Take flight.