roads

my faults are obvious,
they're winding roads through trees,
my burden and disease,
and all you know
is to make your mock, and tease.
that's how i understand

way with words (?)

i seem to have a way with words,
a way out of this place as it burns,
and ive been thinking
that maybe this place isn't meant
for someone who's got a way
maybe i should be totally clueless
just to fit in,
but why conceal, it makes me real,
and im waiting
for someone this true.