Exceptional Do rocks feel pain? I'm Not a Rock. I'm But an Island. by Sis Cat Redo the lyrics contest entry

Warning: The author has noted that this contains the highest level of sexual content. A winter's day in a deep and dark December, I am alone . . . again. Peeking from my window to the scene below at the happy children's frolic. Oh! I'm not a rock. I'm but an island. I've built walls — a fortress thin and fragile that I let none penetrate. I have great need of friendship. Lack of it causes pain. Lack of laughter, lack of loving I sustain. I'm not a rock. I'm but an island. Won't talk of love. Well, I heard the word before. It's repressed in my memory. I won't disturb the slumber of feelings I've never tried when I've never loved I always would 'ave cried. I'm not a rock. I'm but an island. I have my looks and my records to protect me. I am shielded in tin armor. Hiding in my cell, unsafe within my pain, I touch no one and no one touches me I'm not a rock. I'm but an island. And this non-rock does feel pain, and this island always cries.   Recognized Author Notes Original January 11 through 12, 1983 diary entry Introduction: "Uneventful day. I kept myself busy with taping records of moody, rebellious, happy, or carefree music that I felt related directly to me. Simon and Garfunkel's 'I Am a Rock' hit home with identifying me and my wants, but I think it is best said by me rewriting it over with clearer relations to me." In 2014, I filmed this demo video of my parody on an abandoned stage near San Francisco. Outside of a Mortified audition, I never performed my parody in public. Here is Simon and Garfunkel's original song which helped me though hard times: Thank you for your review.

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