Shying away, when life gets too much,
It’s the solitude, that I always clutch,
Overwhelmed, by social invention,
So I run away, never my intention,
Always analysing, leaving me frustrated,
Overactive mind, it’s very complicated,
It’s hard to explain, & hard to fathom,
How I think, you wouldn’t imagine.
Conversations exhausting, trying to relate,
If there’s no logic, it’s turns into a debate,
I’m not normal, yet I enjoy being a freak,
Because my mind is strong, & fairly unique,
Maybe intelligence, is the trouble,
Observing this world, from my bubble,
Experienced more, than anyone should,
It took away the beauty, & my livelihood.
But it helps me see, through another perspective,
And my actions & words, become effective,
This disease & darkness, is always within,
But it saved my life, & gave me steel skin.