There are these voices that only I can hear now,
mocking me and making all these funny sounds.
These noises that get crowded and loud,
Always trying to pull me back to the ground.
Telling me that the choices I’ve made are reckless and wrong,
I couldn’t see it because I’m blind and too proud,
That I’ll be lost forever and never be found,
it’s all for waste, my leaps and bounds.
Looks like I’ll always be lonely, never finding love,
stand and stare helplessly, as if I’m tightly wound,
and all I can do is occasionally frown,
as I watch my whole life come crashing down.
I’ve tried it all and I’m just tired.
I’m not weird, just differently wired.