I was young and now I’m older
and I made my way into the blinding world then
and the sticks rained down upon my then blond head
and the lesson I learned was
If you get to know me, you might hate me
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So I went back to my parents’ house
And they didn’t know the new lesson I’d learned
But I was timid now
and they weren’t sure why
But they just thought this is who he is now
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And now they just thought I was shy
“He’s so shy, but he smiles a lot”
“Well then that must be just how he is”
Whenever I met a new person
I was distant for a very good reason
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Then when now I was older
I’d gotten so good at hiding me
that I really couldn’t ever see me
And so I was just shy and timid
And I thought that’s just how I am now
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One day, when I had nearly broken down
for the 1,234th time or so that life
from holding the sword that I used
to keep people away from me
my shaking arm dropped the sword
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Now swordless, my inner me sensed a chance
And she ran screaming out
and then I ran screaming about
and everyone around me was terrified
especially those who liked my shy self
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And they said “who are you? are you well?”
And I said “who am I? am I well?”
And I was weeping for about a year
So the number of people I knew was shrinking
because they got to know me, and they hated me now
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So now she was out front, and I was odd, and they were now scared of me
And they held out their swords toward me until their arms tired
and dropping their swords, most of them chose to just run away
But a few stayed, and now we’ve got a lot of catching up to do.