Mastered @ LANDR
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"I know you.
You're too short.
You have bad skin.
You couldn't talk to them very well.
Words didn't seem to work,
they lied when they came out of your mouth.
You tried so hard to understand them,
you wanted to be a part of what was happening.
You saw them having fun, and it seemed like such a mystery, almost magic, made you think that there's something is wrong with you.
You look 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, the days, the weekends.
All 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.
Another place to put yourself,
just to have a way to get away from them.
A chance to get away from those who made you feel so strange,
and ill at ease inside yourself.
Did you ever get invited to one of those parties,
where you sat and wondered if you would go or not?
For hours you imagine the scenarios that might transpire.
They'd laugh at you and you wouldn't know what to do.
Would you have the right things on?
Would they noticed 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 were gonna talk to you, and then find out you were wrong.
That you had a lot of friends, that you weren't so strange after all.
Did you end up going? Did they mess with you? Did they single you out?
Did you find out that you were invited because they thought you were so weird?
Yeah, I think I know you.
You've spent a lot of time full of hate.
A hate that was pure sunshine,
a hate that's soft for miles.
A hate that kept you up at night,
a hate that filled your every waking moment.
A hate that carried you for a long time.
Yes, I think I know you.
You couldn't figure out what they saw, the way they lived.
Home was not home, your room was home.
A corner was home.
The place they weren't, that was home.
I know you, you're sensitive and you hide it
because you fear getting stepped on one more time.
It seems that when you show a part of yourself,
that's the least bit vulnerable, someone takes advantage of you.
One of them, steps on you.
They mistake kindness for weakness,
but you know the difference.
You've been the brunt of their weakness for years,
and strength is something you know something about
because you had to be strong to keep yourself alive.
You know yourself very well now,
and you don't trust people.
You know them too well.
You try to find that special person, someone you can be with,
someone you can touch, someone you can talk to.
Someone you won't feel so strange around,
and you found they don't really exist.
You feel closer to people on movie screens.
Yeah, I think I know you.
You spend a lot of time daydreaming,
and people have made comment to that effect,
Telling you that you're self-involved, and self-centered.
But they don't know, do they?
About the long nights alone, about the years of
keeping yourself company.
All the nights wrapped around yourself, so you can imagine someone holding you.
That was a big decision, self-doubt, the intense depression,
the blinding hate. The rage that made you stagger,
the devastation of rejection.
Well, maybe I do know, but if they do, they sure do a good job of hiding it.
It astounds you how they can be so smooth, how they seem to pass through life,
as if life itself was some divine gift.
And it infuriates you to watch yourself, with your apparent skill in finding every way possible to screw it up.
For you, life is a long trip. Terrifying and wonderful.
Birds sing to you at night, the rain and the sun,
the changing seasons are true friends.
Solitude is a hard-won ally,
faithful and patient.
Yeah, I know you."
released May 31, 2016
Poem and voice over by Henry Rollins, god of many things.
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