I Know You.
(by Henry Rollins )
You are too short.
You had bad skin.
You
couldn't talk to them very well.
Words didn't seemed to work.
They lied when they came out
of your mouth.
You tried so hard to understand them.
You wanted to be part of what was
happening.
You saw them having fun.
And it seemed like such a mistery, almost magic.
Made you think that there was something wrong with you.
You looked in the mirror trying to
find it.
You thought that you were ugly.
And that everyone was looking at you.
So you
learned to be invisible,
To look down,
To avoid conversation,
The hours, days,
weekends.
Ah, the weekend-nights alone.
Where were you?
In the basement?
In the
attic?
In your room?
Working some job, just to have something to do.
Just to have a
place to put yourself.
Just to have a way to get away from them.
A chance to get away from
the ones that made you feel so strange, And ill at ease inside yourself.
Did you ever get
invited to one of their parties?
You sat and wondered if you would go or not.
For hours
you imagined the scenarios that might transpire.
They would laugh at you.
If you would
know what to do.
If you had the right things on.
If they would notice that you came from a
different planet.
Did you get all brave in your thoughts?
Like you were going to be able
to go in there and deal with it and have a great time?
Did you think, that you might be `the
life of the party'?
That all these people are going to talk to you?
And you would find out
that you were wrong,
That you had a lot of friends,
And that you weren't so strange after
all.
Did you end up going?
Did they mess with you?
Did the
