I'm Different
People say I'm smart,
and that I know a lot of things.
But if they could only see
the pain that all of this brings.
Then they would know,
my suffering and pain.
My constant aggrevation,
my hurt, my shame.
I didn't chose to be like this,
I have no one to blame.
But still I feel sad,
sad that I'm not the same.
My friends all think I'm normal,
and many others too.
But when I search myself I know,
that simply isn't true.
I cannot bring myself,
to do the same things.
But if I keep this up,
I fear I'll never find my wings.
And they say for every person,
that there is someone to love.
But from my experience in this world,
it's nothing but a cruel shove.
A shove toward a lie,
and a harsh and bitter truth.
The lie being the saying,
the truth being that there is no truth.
This poem is copyright © to Mike
Davidson 1996