These feelings lurk in and out of my mind,
I sometimes ponder on them, sometimes I let them fly.
But I don't want to think so much, it disconnects me from my friends,
The kinds of things I can wonder and create, the scenes, the ideas, all of them are crazy.
Maybe they'll break me, maybe they'll make me. I don't know.
For once I'd like to be normal, feel normal, act normal.
But I'm not normal.
If I was, maybe I would be okay, maybe I'd feel like I fit in. But I'm like a puzzle piece that's been put to the wrong puzzle.
I f you could take one look at them, one idea of them, you'd run away and say,
"your crazy, your mad, your insane, your a freak".
You'd be right, bo doubt about it. I am a freak, I am crazy, maybe insane. But so what?
Is that to much to handle?
To much to care about?
To much to listen to?
To much to help?
Yes. You don't want to deal with it, but guess what?
That's life.

~LittleEmoDork.