Reading poems, thinking back
So many thoughts inside this pack
I don't quite know just what to say
But troubled thoughts are flowing my way
The dance tonight I do believe
Will be just great for those who live
I need to be alone with friends
I need someone who understands
My life is easy, many think
But for me it's not quite pink
A troubled self lies deep below
I wonder where it wants to go
I know what I want, but can't reveal
I'm terrified of how others feel
It's my chance to take a stand
To just stand up and be a man
But deep inside I'm just a child
Kind of meek and not too wild
Others just don't understand
What it's like to need a hand

October 13, 1990