Don’t judge me
I am not like everyone else
I am unique
Don’t judge me
I am not the same as everyone else
I am different
Form you
And everyone else
Don’t Judge me
Don’t treat me the same
I am proud
Of who I am
Why aren’t
You?

The feeling of the
Pit of your stomach
Is uneasy
The feeling of hesitation
This is not pleasant
It makes you not think straight
You feel trapped inside
With your feelings
You want to
Speak your mind
But you are a loss for words
This feeling is powerful
But at the same time
It can be just as scary
It’s impossible to think that
Everyone has felt this
At one point in their life
The feeling of anxiousness
About the unknown
And the unexpected

To process information
Is as easy as following a map
There is a clear path for information
To travel and development into Knowledge
For most this path is clear and unaffected
For some that is not so
There are roadblocks
Construction work
Even unpaved roads that are not marked
Processing the same information
Can be difficult to navigate
As I feel strained
By my brain must take
Taking the longest route possible
As it is using other parts of my brain
That is not meant to
Process certain information
In order to compensate
For the parts that are not working
In order to development the same
Knowledge

Feeling Pressured
Into something
You don’t like
You feel weak
Hapless
Waiting for someone
To come along
And stand up for you
But you have
No one
Not one person that cares
About your feelings
About your well being
No one
Not everyone is lucky
To find that one person
Who will stand by you
When you have
Given up hope
Who will comfort you
When you’re down
Who will always be their
For you in the end
This is a hard
Person to find
But once you
Do find this person
Can stand together
And fight the people
That pressures you

Imagine your knowledge is an
Infinite jigsaw puzzle
For some its is easy to piece together
As everything falls into place
For others the puzzle is forever fragmented
Unable to be completed fully
You are in constant search for the missing pieces
That is meant to connect
To bridge the information together
To complete the image
Every now and then
A missing piece finds a way to fit
Adding new information to the infant puzzle
And one piece closer
To making knowledge whole

Sitting here
A lone
On my bed
Thinking
Processing what has
Happen today
Listening to the
Soothing rain as it
Pounds against the
Sid of the building
Trying to figure out
My thoughts and emotions
Trying to make sense of it all
Now I feel
This sense of
Loneliness
That I cant
Explain
For I have many friends
But all seem
To be busy
With something else
Here I am wondering
What I could
Be doing
Instead of just
Sitting here