The Need to Explain

When you

grow up 

knowing 

you are nothing.

Knowing 

that you 

are not like 

everyone else.

When the world 

continues not 

to protect you.

Its damaging. 

When you go 

through it with 

two others,

only you three

understand. 

How could I possibly

explain? 

And when I did

Explain,

the passive shrug 

that you would 

give would kill 

my heart.

so I will let 

the explanation 

live in the old 

photos. 

They stay in 

our souls 

in our memories. 

From the outside 

looking in

 it 

might seem confusing.

We never 

had the luxury 

of looking 

into mirrors. 

We had the need

to move and run.

To keep our heads

down because 

as we would run

through the world 

it would scratch 

at us like heavy branches.

We would 

take the scars

because we knew at 

the end we would 

have each other. 

So as my old 

life flips 

through a 

machine 

I want to start 

the conversation.

Then I remember  

The need for an 

explanation 

is what the 

world needs.

I don't need 

to,

its 

already mine.