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.