I'm not right in the head, but that's okay; even if my mom hates it. even if they all call me strange. even if father asks why I'm so weird. even if I don't fit in. I don't mind, really. I'm usually alone so people aren't bothered always. except, on certain occasions, when i'm out and about doing my silly things.
so, i like to dance; to pretend.
so, i like to spin endlessly, and sing with a crooked voice.
what does it matter to you?
so, what if i'm quiet, or awkwardly silent;
what is it really to you, if i'm loud and rambunctious?
I can't understand. I can only be selfish in my own ways. I have to learn. Maybe I'm just not old enough. It's really true, that you're too young to understand certain things. The way they are. I'm just not there yet. I guess it's life. This is just life. or maybe C'est la guerre..
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