Heaven Only Knows what's running through your mind

You're a mystery.

It would be easier to jump off the roof and land on my feet like a cat then figure you out

You know I was never the rich kid so I never had the money for mind reading class

I think there's more to you than meets the surface.

People shouldn't judge you because you're a black sheep in a white sheep herd.

They should just learn that you're unique and accept it without questioning it

You are who you are and that's a mystery that I am going to solve. Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale