I am not like others.
I am different. Somehow.
I think in a different way.
I speak in a different way.
I feel things strangely.
I see things in a different perspective.

I am deep.
I know things that other people don’t.
I see things in a way other people couldn't comprehend.
Things are strange in my eyes.
Everything has meaning. Everything is a symbol.
I see it. I see them.

I am sad.
No matter what I do there’s always something to drag me down.
Sometimes it’s nothing.
Sometimes it’s everything.
I cannot be free from it.
It follows me like a shadow.
It strikes when I’m alone.
When I’m most deep in thought.
When my mind goes elsewhere.

I am lost.
My mind is dark.
Yet I am enlightened.
I fall into myself.
I fall into my deepest thoughts.
They race around my mind.
So deep. So diverse.
So interesting. So different and wise.
Like I’ve lived several lives before.
All this goes on yet I can’t even understand myself.
I fail to comprehend my own thoughts.
My own mind. My own being.
Who I am is a mystery, even to myself.

I am not like others.
I am different. Somehow.
But maybe that thought is exactly what makes us the same.