The blah blah teanage story truth?
i feel as though im (not the only) monkey in the barrel that has his own island. yes i know no man has his own island, and i remember that because i would never want to say there is nobody else like me, as well as the fact that an island is built from trauma not problems, and i don't have either. but regardless, i do believe at least in my area, i do see the world through the eyes of a wise man. i do not mean mature. mature is blunt, and in a way, non-existant. the mind is ever changing, one could never reach a point of ultimate maturity. i'll get this out of the way and state a am 2 months in being thirteen, and proud to be capibal of not using anigrams. but back to the point. i am wis(er) than (most) other kids (that i know). other kids don't understand a word i say, and often just discard my means as crazy. i hear a lot of "what are you talking about?" talking enphasized by the way. i am a poet, for the most part just the adults in my school thouroughly understand my poetry. i am an outsider and i refuse to discard my own view on the world, so besides that, aside from gossip of course, how may i help myself to be able to communicate and be less likely to get thrown into a box of senslessness? is it normal (my situation)?