I’m Me…


I’m me…

I’m not like a lot of other people.

For a long time I thought I was defective… broken somehow.

I didn’t seem to fit the mould.  I looked different.  I felt different.  Other’s just didn’t seem to “get” me.  I was strange.

I felt things more deeply than others seemed to.  I was sensitive to everything.  I knew what was going on in a room without another person having to speak a word.

Crowds made me sick.. (still do).

I hurt easily.  What is water off a ducks back to others, can cut me to the core.  But I’m working on that.

I’m gentle.  I’m optimistic.  I can see potential everywhere I look.  I have a deep affinity for all creatures.

I abhor violence. And I scare easily.

I might not be like you.

But that’s OK.

I’m me.