It stings sometimes
sometimes I know its a miracle
feeling those stings
surviving
being this sensitive person.

Took me some time to learn
to live with those stings
to roll with the punches
the nastiness I get
from others
real or imagined
but its the real pains that have caused the imaginary ones
the mind tries to heal
yet some scars stay
sometimes there are too many wounds
sometimes I feel like
gotta run away from humanity
if I want to truly heal.
Run to the woods
up in the mountains
someplace where
its clean air
clear water.
Feels like the city
its trying to eat me alive
trying so hard
like my enemies
to keep me
in this weird dimension
between sanity and madness.

Healing
while its all still stabbing at
this soul like thing I have
and sometimes
I know not my friend from my enemy.
Waking up is like
waking up
in the middle of a roaring raceway
with not a clue where to run
watching folks involuntarily
out the corners of my eyes
absorbing so much info
need special glasses like Spiderman
so I can focus.

Never met anyone quite like me
So how human am I I wonder?
(I mean really)
Just exactly what planet did I come from
and how did I get here?

So damn sensitive
feeling everything
wish they'd seen this shit earlier
put me somewhere
with someone who coulda taught me
how to harness the power
that threatens to overwhelm
the senses.
Guess I am that odd miracle
the one who didn't break
although I often look around
to see so many others
whose minds have snapped.

Its a scary thing
to know
Superman
Spiderman
Wonder Woman
and Steve Austin
definitely helped save me from that dark place
so many others fell in
are swimming in.

The gods that float above
or the ones walking around on two legs
they tossed me a parachute made from comic books.