There's intimidation and mayhem
No one at the place I'm living likes me. I didn't ask for fighting, I asked to be smart, a genius and anything like that.
Be one of those spastics where I live? I say never!
I should be one of the majority, yes, and minorities are ready to hurt me. I'm the only normal one there.
I was told if I'm normal people will accept me the way I am. What a lie! No one is accepting me, all this is a lie.
I was lied to about differentness being the way people should be, get real! That magic at a very young age will never come back again.
I want samadhi, which is being you, not the other way around. I want to bloody well get on with my life and you can't be different and get on with your life.
This dream is a bloody nightmare, there's no life after death, there's no one there who "gets" me, and I'm the coolest when other normal people keep it real and get along, it bloody well doesn't work, does it? People secretly are awaiting my death!