The Way I am

I am sensitive and smart.
I wonder about the problems of society,
I hear the signs of freedom calling me.
I see the world as I imagine it,
I want it to be reality.
I am sensitive and a dreamer.

I pretend I know reality but
I feel I know nothing.
I touch only my imagination,
I worry about everyone’s frustration...
I cry if I see someone really bad,
I am sensitive, and that's that.

I understand if people don't get me,
I say I don't mind, but it isn't the truth.
I dream about what I want, and
I try to turn it to reality.
I hope someone really gets me someday...
I am sensitive...and I'm not okay.