This is a poem I came up with.
Social cues and instincts are in a cloud above me up so very high I try to reach them from the ground and to uncover why. My brain doesn't get to them its in shambles and disaray but to the keys golden splendor I try to convay. Maybe its to make others proud be someone I'm not, while losing myself in the process who was I? I forgot. Socailizing in a crowd for me is like being trapped on an ocean a deep and stormy sea, upon a deck which is my raft water all around. Instead of that I go on and on about a few topics I love which gets me written up and set to walk a sleeping death until the day comes when I stop taking breath. You miss out on so much mom tells me as I wonder why. Trying to reach some golden keys from beneath a stormy sky.
Last edited by meatyallstar; Dec 15th, 2012 at 08:12 AM.