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.
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