Difficult to be different sometimes

I am a walker of unseen paths;

I tread lightly, always careful to keep my feet from landing where expected.

My mind pulls me one way while my body goes another, I am torn apart

and sewn back together, only never in the same way twice.

I think jumbled thoughts and speak gibberish, brows furrow,

no one comprehends me, except the wind as it flows through the

branches of trees that have stood sentinel since time began.

I laugh at pain and suffering, cry when others laugh and sometimes

fall asleep when things get interesting.

My bones break as I dream of reality.

It is difficult to be different sometimes.


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