I am not the rain on a tin roof,
I am a blanket that never keeps your feet warm at night.
I am the uneven barstool at 2 am,
And the kiss that doesn't quite feel right.
I am not stuck between a rock and a hard place,
I am dancing with strangers in a sold out show
I am that corner where nobody goes.
I am not dancing on the rooftop,
I am a breakdown in a silent room,
Where everyone seems to be watching you.
I am not the beautiful freckled redhead,
I am the mess of tangled madness
And the chaos emanates from my eyes.
You can see my madness in your surmise
I can see your fear that strikes you in the drive
I can feel the want against my thighs
As the anger builds for each of his failed tries.
