Which I cannot see
They listen to voices of higher powers
Which I cannot seem to hear
They connote light and shade with good and evil
When I don’t even understand what they are talking about
They believe in meanings
Which I cannot base on truths
They offer games with rules
Which I don’t get attached with
They, they are people
I’m not proud of being different
I would like to throw the ball and have it thrown back
But how could I?
When, When I throw a ball and all I get back is a snarl and a serious face
“grow up” they say, as I look at the ball rolling on the ground away from me
I’ll try, I guess, I almost forgot
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