Sometimes I think the people around me are moving in slow mo,
How did I get so far ahead of these milestones
These events and turning points that happen so late for everyone else happened so early for me
Sometimes I feel like I'm standing in a crowded room full of people who want to talk but can't have my conversation yet
I wish for normalcy
To be where they are
How did I end up here with no one to talk to
An old soul
Always out of place
Waiting for a person to be the other half of my conversation
Is anyone else like this
Is anyone else here with me
Waiting always waiting
To meet on level ground
Like I was given an language nobody else speaks
Placed in a world not meant for me
How could I join their conversations
Wouldn't it be dishonest
I could do it, it would be easy
Wouldn't that be manipulative
What makes a bad person
All day I've been thinking
What makes a bad person
Is it someone who knows better but can't
Or someone who doesn't know better
What makes a good person
Is it enough my heart bleeds
