My Words don't count and I see Red

My words don’t count.

Let me repeat, I’m nervous, I’ll speak up so you can pretend to keep hearing the.

Transcendent.

Transformer.

Hidden under every letter.

You see-

It’s me. That new disease here to ruffle my sleeves, spread some disease.

Please.

Look at my knees.

I worked hard to know all that I know I know.

MORE.

Like leaves on trees, I sneeze which makes you anxious- one look. Look once more, you see me for myself and hate it. It’s wrong so I’m wrong, my words are wrong, I have to go along and do it wrong and wrong like a song/poem/song my words even when heard I’ll tweet like a bird because my words don’t.

Count.

Each one, My Words Mean Nothing.

It hits like a.

Car.

or bus or whatever is easier.

guys please haha

Read the sIgns, A friendly Me and Time, cleaR the wAy for me to shiNe, look at that Star.

I hear it on the news, blue clues-who knew stars were stupid for asking philosophical questions about themselves and their identity.

I was a danger, Blue. For being a detective of.

Me.

Myself. You.

Us.

Do I write like a child? Are my words mild? I cant beguile or be allowed to smile.

Criticize criticize criticize| better lives, better lives better lives.

If you knew how much I fight when you sleep at night. Tight, protected in your you-and I’m glad but that’s a special privilege that I’ve never had.

Maybe life isn’t so complicated.

Be kind, have courage.

Stay safe out there