I am not meant for this world The most striking insight i ever had I am not capable of living Not to insinuate i do not want to WRONG - I crave it so dearly it hurts But ordinary tasks overwhelm me Other humans compute differently Tending to my own needs does not come easily And in the end of the day I perch underneath the sequoia in my garden Watch my silhouette fade in the diminishing light And cry Tears of sorrow
This might not be very poetic,rather thoughts I have regularly.Maybe you can identify with my feelings,anyway thank u for reading.