| It happened again... I said 'hello' and I heard no 'hey'. It's happened again... There's nothing to say. Maybe the old man thought I was, Stupid, ignorant, mad, or insane. Maybe the old man didn't want, Me on this plane. Who really knows? Who really cares? Who really studies? Who just stares? At freaks like me... at people like you. At old men like he... at sickness that grew. The old man might not have hated me... He might have just said... "I don't know about this boy... He looks messed up in the head." |
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| I can't believe how many times I've gotten those looks like "What in the hell is that?". Like people are afraid of me. Or just don't know how to act around me. Like I'm suddenly going to go berserk and bite someone. I say "Hi" and people flinch. It's not like I'm ugly... I'm not. It's not like I dress really strange... just probably not the normal they're used to. It confuses me more than anything really. Sometimes it's amusing, sometimes it's frustrating... 'Nothing Said' pretty much sums it up. |
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