Dawn & Dusk

I feel misunderstood
Like no one knows the real me
I am locked deep inside
And there’s no one looking for the key

I don’t function like others
My mind is not like theirs
People wouldn’t understand my thinking
I am not sure they would even care

While others have friends
In who they can confide
It is in these journals
That the real me resides

I chatter with pen and paper
Like a madman in an asylum
I write down these abstractions
Like a mad professor as he hums

But as my pen
Moves over the paper
Ideas become compounded
And start to join together

I can be understood
By those willing of heart
They do exist
If my search for them restarts

But, most of all,
I will rest in assurance
For I require no one’s approval
To accept my difference

He sees the real me
He doesn’t need any key
The One who made me says
You are accepted by me