I am running all the time
but I'm running down hill;
I am thinking all the time
but clear thinking is foggy to me most times.
I do things sometimes and can't remember what.
I do things sometimes and can't remember why.
I have days I just want not to see no one;
just want to hide.
I think certain days
others are looking at me.
I think certain days
others are better than me.
I don't want to go into certain things in detail-
the detail will hurt,
need to keep it general and light,
not get too heavy in my mind.
Don't want to be like others because I can't.
Don't want to adjust
because it will
make me crazy.
I prefer people think I am dull and lazy
rather than I've tried and failed.
Don't want any one to get to know me too well;
I might be judged.
I have a secret side of me no one knows
that is superior over others.
I run away from feeling down
and tried being happy-
didn't like it;
it didn't work out too well.
What is wrong with me?
I was born in the wrong century
I should be a pirate
and not polite
or effete.
And another thing
I really like being around people
but I don't really like them to talk to me.
Lonnie Hicks
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/who-am-i-cory-s-story/
