When I am with people above me
I feel like I am on a treadmill out of control.
The faster and smarter they talk,
The harder it is to catch up.
I want to be like them,
Because no one likes amateurs.
But when they stop talking,
All there is silence.
I hate the damn silence.
When I am with the people between me,
The silence is worse.
I try to talk,
But they do not understand.
\They concentrate on what they feel,
And I have no choice but to understand,
Even when it hurts.
No friends above,
No friends below.
I am an island to myself.
Please understand me and get me off.
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