I don't cry in tight corners
I don't sob when I'm alone
Instead, I think
Constantly ... Of everything

I think I have a gift
If I talk, no one listens
I'm the background
No on knows what it's like

I just go along, forcing myself
Being like others causes a disturbance
Instead, I think
Continuously ... Of everything

My thoughts are outlandish
They make sense to me
I keep thinking
Everyday ... Of everything.