Those that have been ridiculed, those that have been laughed at

I have empathy for that

I really do

No matter what the police tell you

Funny thing (of course I have all this figured out) sometimes they are nice

Sometimes  they are stern

With the girls I always get burned

Confidence all-time low

And Romeo (though I wish I wasn't, empire in my mind)

Is waiting how Josefine will develop

Ironically, easy enough, it rhymes with envelope

I sent a letter to a psychiatrist (shrink) yesterday

Wondering if they release the documents may

My life is at a stand-still and my body and mind is weak

All kinds of help I do seek

But it usually leaves me alone with my mind

When feeling beats reasoning and there is nothing to find

Of either

     I believe in the word per say

     I gather no way

I resemble any sort of coherence former or latter

of reasoning or feeling

I kind of forget what the original point of this poem was

Maybe to show the beauty and struggles of being unique

Or maybe to show how a mind will not tweak,

from being stubborn