I know what is said,
Said when I am not around.
The look on your faces say it all,
And it hurts like a knife.
Although others don't think so,
But, I know who I am.
I have gifts unknown to man,
Especially seen in a blink of an eye.
Surprised, something new it seems,
Didn't know that I could do it.
Unknown to you it was keen,
Poeple often misunderstand.
I may be different in this world,
Taking my time in a life so short.
That is the way I like my life,
Even in a world going so fast.
Never hating myself and its changes,
Although the discomfort is sometimes unbearable.
But whether good or bad it seems,
I never lose sight of my dreams.
May 7. 2006