Some times I wish I could just SCREAM.
I feel like I do not fit.
Like I am the wrong key being shoved in a keyhole.
People do not understand.
They do not see. Instead they close their eyes harder.
They do not hear. Instead they cover their ears.
They do not think. Instead they just follow.
I can not stand them.
And because I am not one of them, I can not stand myself.
So I just go back to living away from the cruel world.
As I wait for them to be ready.
Will they ever be ready?
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