The Way I Am

Years of damage years of pain, Putting myself back together again, Kicking myself in the ass for not speaking up, Knowing more than what I put on, playing dumb, I tried to stay humble and not stick out, Knowing since I've been little I was unlike everyone else, I remember questioning why people couldn't see what I see, Watching them running circles doing these ridiculous things, I would continuously find hiding spots to run away, To get away from the noise and sit by myself and pray, I've already asked God why about a thousand times, Why my feelings are so intense, and so sensitive I cry, I look forward to the day that I can completely understand, For my God to tell me why I am the way I am.