'Them' by~MournfulSonata

I'm different.

That's what they told my mother,

I'm 'special', they declared.

And they made her cry.

I see them now, looking at me.

Their cold, distant eyes,

pierce through their smiling faces;

their facade of understanding.

I'm different

That's what they said.

I'm 'special'

But, somehow, it just makes me sad.

I see them, those people.

They pretend to care,pretend to know me;

to understand.But they don't.

They're not even close.

So I retreat.

They showed me how,with their

own pretencesand masks of smiles.

I go to where I really belong.

I'm different

That's what they believed

I'm 'special'

But, who cares what they think?

wth maple suxs. then why im i playing it? O.O
they just dced me.

the above poem is about austism
well, the book
{the curious incident of the dog in the night-time}


kinda makes me interested in this kinda of people.
it's so true they see a different point of view from us.


maybe i will be a researcher to research on this kind of things.
since i know for in my 14 years of life i never really had a dream job
(don't count in the times when i was p2 and i wished to be teacher)

you won't really know them until you really get into them, into their world
seriously.
It actually applies to everyone in the world, you can't say that you understand
the person 100%.
it's a lie if you said that.
but normal people are easier to BE understood than austistic people ;D



{the world is full of obvious things which nobody by any chance ever observes}

i will post a turtle :D