Mom always said it was a problem,
dad always said it was a curse.
I always knew they didn't understand,
but then I always knew it could be worse.
Sis seemed rather uneasy,
friends never knew what to say.
It never really mattered to me,
I always managed to find my way.
Teacher and counselors wanted to change me,
doctors offered up pills that cure.
The shrinks always had the answers...
it was my questions of which they were unsure.
Content to suffer in silence,
blocking out the past, so as not to dwell.
Writing poetry, listening to music,
distracted in my denial, a game I play well.
Its not a matter of right or wrong,
its just a matter of its always been this way
Besides, when nobody hears you crying...
then what's the point of your tears anyway.
It gotten to the point I don't notice anymore,
its nothing I can fix or change.
There are lots of other people like me,
still many think its just all too strange.
My honest opinion is they need to just let it go,
and if they cant, then they need to look the other way.
I don't mean to sound ungrateful ...
it's just that I don't know what they expect me to say.
**inspired by a long conversation with my sis, about our childhood.I wrote it from the perspective of as if I was back in time, as teen.
I am fine, I promise
she said I dont know if I've ever been good enough,
and I'm a little bit rusty, and I feel like my head is caving in.
...and I dont know if I've ever been really loved by a hand thats touched me...
and I feel like somethings gonna give...
and I'm a little bit angry.