the globe lamp (scrap)

i was born a witch, baby
too strange to last
when you reach to touch my face,
i'm already skating away

sometimes i wish i could sleep under the mud forever
because i feel so ugly
won't let you close enough to love me

all this snarly hair,
the silver rings i wear,
they mask the fact that i'm not there
i'm not all there

you're so beautiful
and light
i'll never glow that way
i guess that i'm just wired differently,
so i'll kneel in a room wallpapered with tragedy,
weep for humanity;
i don't belong
(what time am i upon?)
where do i belong?