My Mind in the Form of Poetry

Being Antisocial, and Judged...

Many people, consider me... 

A good kid

which I am, mostly

but it's because of my silence

But if they took a closer look at me, and really knew who I was

they probably wouldn't think the way they did

I make mistakes, some that can't be fixed or cured in any way

And get stressed and annoyed to levels which I can't even say

But the reality is, everyone wants to escape it

wants to get away from the world

and the people in it

but with everything going on

It piles up bit, by bit

and because of my silence

Many people don't know about my hidden talents

My sketches, paintings, and my love for the cello

All because they judge me, and won't respond to my "hello"

because of my silence

Sometimes, I get questioned

for my ability in cello

because I don't brag about it

Or if I am really black

Because I don't act like the stereotype

Some say I don't act "black enough"

But while being antisocial

I have my few friends, family, and myself to love

And that's all that matters to me