suddenly i'm told i need god.
through the smoke and stains on my shirt
and the thoughts i scrawled on paper,
they know i'm too much for
humans to handle.
but i never wanted to talk to god.
i like to make the first move,
but he never seems interested.
maybe he sees through me:
i'm not interested either.
he's another boy i lead along to drop at the foot of my bed.
he doesn't agree with the ways of my world.
suddenly i know i need a god
but i don't think he cares.
i am too smart to talk to god.
i am too small to believe i could if i wanted.