Most people don't realize just who I am
They understand me but not all of me
They don't understand my reasoning
And they think I'm being stupid
But what they don't see is my thoughts
I have a reason for every move I make
It makes my moves unpredictable
When people ask me why I do something I tell them
Some people look at me like I'm crazy
But there are many who understand
It all depends on the person and their way of thinking
this is an old poem I came across as I was moving. 6/29/2009