I’m sorry for the times I screamed, For the times I didn’t understand our genes, Because in the beginning I didn’t know there something was wrong, When you kept repeating everything you heard and went along, Echoing every word I said, Echoing every word I said.
Oh, your face.
I remember that time we sat in the restaurant, When the band started playing right up front, And even though I knew the music was loud, You started crying so hard in the crowd, I didn’t know what was wrong, I didn’t know what was wrong. ...
In this cold hard cycle of life, there are those of us who suffer in silence afraid of reveiling our true self to the world around us afraid of being judge by others, by those who have not fully understood nor understand what is it like to be us living a daily life of trying to be accepted by the world for who and what we are to thyself. For we are no more different then you even though we appear to be normal, but yet we suffer with an mental inbalance just trying to fit within a society that frowns upon those of us that are different those, who are different in mind and emotions but yet we...
I cannot teach anybody anything, I can only make them think.' - Socrates
It's okay to be different; everything on Earth is strange to everything else. The quest for understanding is the electrical bridge within that formless gap which luminesces and grows experience through learning and trying to envision what seems nebulous at best.
The mind needs observed differences to expand its bank of experience and to learn to distinguish many points on a...
ønsker meg at du kan kle på seg selv Og søvne i egen seng Æ ønsker meg at du kan forstår Kor høylytt du er når du sing Æ vil at du vil spise mat Ikke bare snacks og sånne ting Æ ønsker meg at du kan fortelle Korfor du er lei deg og gråting
For det meste
Æ ønsker meg at livet ditt bli enkelt En cake walk med masse icing Med smiler, venner og kos Og hele veien løping
Irrational Stupid But still It rules my mind Fear of difference Of change Four weeks since I’ve done a weekly shop The concept of in and out Has gone It’s Queue, distance The stress of not finding anything Compounds Stretches the fear More of a recluse Than I ever was Might come out Like the timid mouse When food is gone