My years-
still too few
to match a score.

Yet,
my mind suffers
from being old too young.

Unable to relate
to my own generation.
Unable to smile, laugh, and love.

My spirit-
reaches out to things too far away,
concepts that no one tolerates.

Yet,
it dreams,
and breaks its own heart anyway.

Unable to conceive
what is wrong with craving something.
Unable to love, hope, and believe.

My heart-
too naive,
has not a clue what it’s doing.

Yet,
it searches for any lovable being
and destroys itself trying.

Unable to attain
a love returned.
Unable to believe, trust, and rationalize.

All these elements
wrapped into one
bundled together,
create someone. 

Someone lost and broken
who needs saving
from someone.