I am creative and intelligent, but never smart
I wonder how people go on, knowing they’ve ruined someone’s life
I hear laughter echo through the halls
I see lockers being opened and closed
I want things to make sense
I am creative and intelligent but even more confused

I pretend not to notice, deaf
I feel lost, blind
I touch the faded, white, wash walls, alone
I worry no one will find me
I cry, confused, angry
I am creative and intelligent, but scared

I understand the hand that reaches to lift me to my feet
I say everything changes, nothing stays the same
I dream about adventure and excitement
I try to shake off the sleep clouding my thoughts
I hope the world keeps turning, I am happy to be a part of it.
I am creative and intelligent and I am found.