It’s hard to explain to people all the ways that I am different,
I don’t process things the way you do I,
I don’t know how to feel the same way you do,
or make sense of it all the same way that you do.
Where the stop signs in your brain remain,
mine have all been sawed down,
a cruel trick by some sick fuck in the sky sitting on a cloud saying hey you,
no, you, you don’t get to be like them,
you get to suffer the pain of trying to love them without understanding them,
you can’t be them so just stop trying.
Yeah sure, we are special snow flakes,
different in our special ways,
but while everyone can at least fall the right way,
I’m falling sideways,
fucking up the flow of the way everyone wants to go.
Everyones getting mad at me and I can’t figure out why,
I thought I had it right this time but theres that word wrong,
hanging around every corner waiting to knock the wind out of me.
No matter how many times I say i’m sorry for something I don’t understand,
I know It will never be enough,
I will not be enough,
because I’m not wired like you,
I can’t read minds like you,
and what I feel is my best,
is like hell for you.
Painting: +>A&A<+ Airedine’s Art – Acid Lily
*MishMish* It’s Aliens – Holding Photo
:CP: Bridge’s Dresser
floorplan. guitar bookcase
:CP: Tegan’s Crate Night Table
MudHoney Rita Bed – White (I tinted it)
[ba] atherwood home (I retextured it)
Hair: ~Tableau Vivant~ Larnia – Fall
Top: Emery – Dress Gatsby Pink –
Ring: Noodles – Royalty Crown Ring Gold (I never take this off)
Skin: [PF] Harley <Peach>