Intro:
Personalities…Clashing…
People claim I’m so intense…
My emotions are all so fiery…
Maybe people don’t understand me…?
Or maybe they understand me better than I do myself…
Afterall if consensus is against all I’ve ever been…Against who I am…
Smooth skin…Smooth linens…
Smooth talk…Smooth calls…
All a mirage…
For once they see my emotional “flaws”…
People proceed to leave me alone…
As if my very own thoughts beget the inevitable pause…
Taken aback at how one can comprehend words so far…
From ones original thoughts…Taking everything to the heart…
Part of me wonders while gazing at the twinkling stars…
If just one piece of light could understand me…
As all is dark…No matter how far I see, all it seems to be is just me…
Just me…
Maybe I was born with this defect that now reflects in my unending sentences…
Rendering thoughts of grief…
While they breathe:
“He must be crazy…”
“Why is he so obsessed with every single person he meets…”
“Why must every single word be filled to the brim with so much damn emotion…”
“Why won’t he see…”
“We don’t think like he does at all…”
I can’t see…
It seems…My personality/persona can’t connect with anyone at all…
Each day I take a fall for trying so hard to fit in…
Only to be laughed off…
Or ridiculed away…
Or worse…
Ignored…
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Silent Scholar 