Hey mom look at me, no mismatched socks on my feet   Everything's in perfect order, there's no chaos underneath this huge grin   Uh oh my sarcasm's been sighted   But once again it's looks to me like you need to be reminded   About getting me after soccer practice, attach this note to your forehead   But your reflection's been distorted   Ever since you lost sense of what's really important   I've been trapped by myself in this adolescent fortress   What's in store for my mile stones?   How come I think so adult?   Why do I look around and see no one else   Why do they obey like they were born robots   I can't do that, I fight back with glares and sidewalk cracks   Life would be better if I could find this amusing   But every minute another war ends with me losing   And I hate fighting, but I can't tell my relatives about the struggle   They expect me to have a high i.q and bruised knuckles   Look at me…the superglue with disturbing ideas   Determined to let kids everywhere see me survive their fears   Saving my lunch money to buy a bus ticket to the land of no parents   There I will be king and rule the voiceless victims   They can't understand why medicine can't make me whole   And I'm only eight years old and let music heal my soul   Hey hey hey don't you step out of line young man   Look into my eyes; do you even know who I am?      All of this and they have no idea that I exist in this skin   Everything is figured out between my ears and within   I have the answer to humanities aching diseases   I can communicate with all of god's creatures   Yet I still have recess and sit in front of this TV   Waiting for the time to come when I can leave this helpless body   So have your teacher conferences, and find a solution   But I dare you all to find one respected institution   That can understand how I feel, when I'm not even real   And life is judged by their naive views and images they steal   I don't use these ideas that my teachers can't relate to   Because I know there is no science to explain what I've been through   In these short years my existence has become completely bare   From having this curse till the first second I breathed air   I dream in historic episodes that I never forget   As if I'm being trained to understand what hasn't been found yet   All of this while eating breakfast at 7am   With the family surrounding the table ending with amen      They tell me to smile in school pictures   But I have nothing to smile about; my head has been saturated with questions marks and doubts   That will obviously last years past my graduation and no kid will ever feel what I cant get away from   I want simple pleasures in bedtime and playing in the sun   Because I know the universe is coming down on everyone   And mom is late picking me up today, that figures   You know it's embarrassing not to depend on what I have to live with   I wish I could tell them that none of it matters   They believe that dumbing down hides them as really good actors   Playing the role of parents but I see them as temporary teachers   Providing me with reason to hide from the miracle seekers   They use this as a reason to thank god and ask for repentance   Cause I am not the cause for them to finish their sentence   It's the total understanding of all that's existed   My feet walk to a different theme, lifted on a pedestal by invisible strings   The wood sings when I climb the walls, writing the meaning of life in crayons until the night falls   I understand what life is and what it has to offer   But I've been deprived of shape to stand at the altar   My years last three times as long, my body will never catch up to my mind   Act like toys and video games excite me and I play like its all fine   I hear them talking around me as if I don't understand   Using words in-correctly and lying about their fellow man   There's no prophecy in my voice and even if there was I wouldn't care   I've been given the gift of healing but have no one to share with   Prepare for the future as I live the normal routine   Fooling everyone I encounter acting like a human being   Late again she acts like I don't exist, the same routine   And everyday is just like this; from the back seat I tell her it's ok to my hand   But she laughs saying, "honey its ok you wouldn't understand"   It drives me sane to know that if she only realized   That I could see the answer in her tired eyes   Hopefully dad will see it and won't let her slip away   But it destroys me to see this happens and there is nothing I can say   My curse of comprehension in this premature form   With the ability to see damage and hear the silent alarms   All of this while eating dinner every night at 7pm   With the family surrounding the table ending with amen   All of this while eating dinner at 7pm   With the family surrounding the table ending with amen