Naive Society

Different. 

We are told it is ok to be different. 

We are told it is makes the world better. 

If it makes the world better, why do people stare?

Why do people stare when i am having a melt down in the store?

I know what they are thinking. 

They are thinking that i am undisciplined and that my parents need to take control. 

My siblings walk away

They pretend to look at something, just to feel apart from the attention. 

Truth is, 

Inside i feel no control. 

My routine has changed and i don't know what to do. 

To you, it is no big deal, you can rearrange 

To me it is almost a feeling of helplessness

I did not choose to be this way

I can not say i like or dislike it, it is the only way i know. 

My parents worry. 

Will i go to college?

Will i be able to obtain a job?

Who will be there to take care when they are gone?

But, i do not think of the future

Because i think about what is happening now 

Thinking about my routine.

I am trying to be me. 

Everyone else is just staring