Being Different

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I do not fit in
I can't show a fake grin

My mind may be in a higher place
But I don't have enough social grace

I do not share their interests
I am on a much different quest

Some say I'm more mature
But it's just in my nature

I get along better with adults
One of my many 'faults'

I know they still care
But its not always fair

Which is hard for them
We'll rip at the end

Friendships will strain
Until they no longer remain

And as this poem comes to an end
I know I will still lose many more friends then I intend

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