When my skin crawls like there are ants tunneling just underneath the surface.
The world doesn’t understand,
When my eyes are at war with the senseless tears dying to escape.
The world doesn’t understand,
When the stimulation of normal social interaction is too much.
Like I am trapped in the middle of grand central station, naked and afraid.
The world doesn’t understand,
When I shake trying to grasp why I don’t feel the way others do...
The world doesn’t understand.
I wonder if it realizes
That neither do I
-B-