My presence perplexes me.

I wonder

Is it a good thing for me to be around?


I want to become worldly,

but awareness scares me,

yet I can’t stop my mind from wandering.


I don’t know much

about this world,

but my self stands

as the greatest unknown.


When I change, I whimper

and cry and scream beneath the shadow

of my new traits.


Losing control

This manic relapse always returns.


I roar!

Scaring those that are nearby.


I worry

I’ll be locked away in a zoo.