Wish I’d been born to free thinking parents
The kind that believe their offspring are utterly precious
They’d have noticed my weirdness
Rather early on, and
Sent me to a child therapist
Who’d have fed me friendly adjectives
And by now I’d surely have sorted through this
In that other delicate life
Instead I make people believe they believe me
Whilst privately thinking that they’re the ones who are crazy
Just so I can steal away
To my wolf hounded perimeter fences
Frankly, I blame my parents.
