I walk past some people.
Their eyes are lethal.
Ready to attack and whack,
Anyone that's different.
Because they think their ideas are brilliant;
Any other concepts to them are nonexistent.
Their minds are full of ignorance.
That's why they keep their distance;
From anyone who asks questions.
There is a lot of friction,
Between these people and me.
I pretend; and hide away my questions;
To escape the aggression,
And to avoid the confrontation,
I don't want to confess,
Or have to express my feelings.
I'm different and that's a secret I'm willing to live with...