Surrounded by the masses, Of people whom Ive connected with, Baring no intention to become friends, Or see the bigger picture, Which is me. Family ties of D.N.A.. My fellow xxy, xy brothers and sisters, Even my offspring, Cant see the he which is me. Im all alone, In my misery. Never is my pain felt in their hearts, Never do they see things from my eyes. Breaking the chains of my brain, My inner self is held in captivity, Longing to be free. I and my three, My three branches of me. When I’m with them my mind Reaches as close as it can to the being of “free” She whom I have never touched, Seem to know of so much of me. She’s taken a piece of me, And hidden it in a place I cannot see. Hidden in a hole in my heart, Bound for eternity, Lies all which is me. If one could possess all the pieces To fill the void in my heart, If she could possess the key, The hole would be closed, And my heart will heal, And my mind would be set free. Completing the enigma, Which I believe is the he, Which is really the me.. Free. This was written for a very dear friend, who asked me to look within him, and share with the world how he feels.