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