Als je toch even niks te doen hebt

[AlwaysLookUp]

Krijg je zoiets;

They say I'm wrong, they say I'm weird, they say I'm strange,
Multiple times I get asked why I'm not willing to change,
When I answer 'it's not important, you won't be bothered to hear'
They say 'ok, whatever' and deep inside I'm letting a tear

Nobody knows really how I am from the inside,
Holding myself big, listening to music from the westside
Either way they don't and won't know what's up with me,
And I'm not going to tell it, or I know what our friendship is going to be

Sometimes I'm mean, sometimes I'm an asshole without knowing,
And I can't feel how others my actions are undergoing,
Eventhough I try it, I always say something that troubles,
Hurting others, and eventually the same problem doubles

I'm being told I live too much in my own world, for my own life
And one of the few things I understand is a box and a high-five
Because that's the feeling I want to share, the feeling of 'Hey, I like you'
But I'm an ass sometimes and that's the reason people don't think it's true

People think I'm an egoist, selfish and not-sharing plus agressive
Eventhough I've tried medicines, cursuses a lot but it's not progressive
Still, everytime I want to escape and not be myself anymore and I ask myself why
I can't act normal, can't build up contact and people rather say to me 'hey, goodbye'

When I try to talk to people, I say stupid things as 'Yes you're annoying'
But when I say such things I'm just toying, but without wanting it I'm destroying
Something that could turn into a friendship, or maybe a relation
And when I see I ruin that, all my feelings turn into frustration

That frustration will turn into anger sometime and I can't control myself
Sometimes my anger gets so worse it's better for someone to cover himself
I don't mean to be like that, but it seems I don't have a choice
And about another bad point of me, it even has to do something with noise

When it's too busy around me, I get very busy in my head and I say random things
It's called Sensory Overload Simulation and it makes me want to fly away with wings,
Becuase that's something I'm ashamed for and I wished I was never like this,
Instead of real love the best thing I'll ever get is a candy kiss

My main problem is I try to let people like me, but somehow it's never going to work,
Because however I act to him, her, you, the only thing people think of me is as a jerk
And in the end, pointing at myself, I'm probably having too much critisism
But for me life's really hard, when nobody understands my autism.

Geen idee of 't mooi is ofzo, toch wel benieuwd wat anderen vinden.

Doet me denken aan wat mijn eerste ex altijd opschreef...
Daarom vermoed ik dat jij een heel abstracte geest bent, maar zeker geen 'easy-going person' in dagelijks leven bent. Hoeft natuurlijk ook niet.

Wel leuk geschreven, maar ik persoonlijk vind zo'n dingen altijd nét iets te persoonlijk om door anderen te laten lezen.
Maar volgens mij schuilt er in u wel de creatieve geest van een schrijver. de stijl leer je wel al doende.

[Vogelvrij]

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Waarom schrijf je in het Engels?

[flyaway]

Vogelvrij schreef:

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