I vaguely remember being mysterious,
a stranger making interest rise and giggles
manifest, the pointing and the laughing and
the cravings for attention were only temporary

now I am this creepy stranger, hated for his
actions, or his not actions, because I am weird
and feel with intensity, because I think things
through when it isn't needed and don't when it is.

It is irreverseable, like youth, like an accident,
like rage and explosions of anger, bursts of tears
and opinions of peers, moving on, looking for
someone like me instead of someone like you

people like me, people don't, people think I'm funny
people don't, people have their judging ways of saying
you crossed a line and can't go back
too bad
failure
some predict and some follow
some decide and some are hollow
most of them, hollow
will there be enough of me left to carry on
Lets let future decide this one, cause mine always
end the same, regret and shame.