Eileen Breedlove
NOBODY UNDERSTANDS
I don’t play games with the others
Or feel any joy inside;
And the only time I shed a tear
Is when I am alone and cry.
I don’t know the sound of laughter
Coming from inside of me;
And I don’t see a reason why
That a smile be there to see.
I don’t talk like the others
Nobody understands what I say;
And the only way I really feel
Is that I want to run away.
I am not the same as people
And inside me they cannot touch;
‘Cause the part of me I’ll never show
Is the part that hurts so much.
©Copyright November 2, 2001 by Eileen Breedlove