A Southern Fairy Tale

Since coming south I have decided

That the only place skeeters abided

Was the north, and they're big there.

They fill up like pigs there,

But the southerners all have denied it.

 

 

So I watched, both outdoors and inside

To see if these critters I spied.

Not a skeeter I'd see.

They just can't convince me.

If they're here, then the skeeters all died.

 

 

It's Just Me

Sometimes I pretend that I'm normal,

but I get bored, so I come back to me.

It's not that I'm extraordinary.

It's just I'm unlike those I see.

Sometimes they pretend to perceive it,

but I see that far look in their eyes.

I wonder if my words were expected,

or were they a complete surprise?

Sometimes I retreat into my shell

where alone I can muse on my thoughts.

It's easier than striving to mingle,

and end up with everything in knots.

Sometimes I think I'm so stable,

then find myself out on the edge.

I scramble to lighten the outcome,

but deeper and deeper I dredge.

So, it seems there's no use in pretending,

for normal is just not for me.

The more I should try to be normal,

more abnormal I find me to be.

It's just me.

IT'S NOT EASY BEING ME

Sometimes I hate being me.

I hate being different, you see.

I know I've always been this way;

Not easy to understand.

I love to laugh and sing and play.

I love to make others feel that way.

So I joke and tease to let them know

How much I care. But for them, it's not there.

How can I know when I've said too much,

When I perceive it's the perfect touch.

But I've gone too far, and they don't approve.

Few think as I think. I feel so alone.

If I'm too impulsive today

I'll purposely shut down the next day.

But friends wonder why and what is wrong.

Oh! Help me to find where I belong!

I have longed for this my whole life.

Inside I struggle, so full of strife.

I don't like being different than everyone else!

I don't like feeling so alone!