I Tell You...

I tell you I am a wayfaring stranger.

I tell you I listen to

melodies

written for only

me

to hear.

I tell you I am alone.

Misinterpreted.

Misunderstood.

I tell you I am on a lonely road.

I tell you I see things

images I can't explain

to even you.

I tell you I am invisible.

Invisible.

Evaporated.

I tell you I am a mystery.

I tell you I am unknown.

Strange...

living in a world

I don't understand.

I tell you I am aching.

Troubled.

Lost.

I tell you I have secrets.

I tell you I am enclosed

caged

behind the

bars

looking out.

I tell you I am airborne.

Drifting.

Directionless.

I tell you.

I tell you again.

And

again.

-- MissKris2005 -- July 30, 2006 --