A Piece of poetry

About Me

Blurred face,
Blurred mind.
Uncontrolled pace,
Uncontrolled life.
Full of emotions,
Devoid of strength.
So many notions,
They call me strange.
Heart burns with fire,
But my hands are cold.
Love to admire,
This soul is so old.
Eyes open at night,
Brain doesn't sleep.
Hate being lied to,
Life can't be a dream.
Want to know everything,
But this is unreal.
Pay attention to every thing,
This is the real me.
Easy to hurt,
It's hard to heal.
I'm out of this world,
Knowing, I'm free.
Weird sense of humor,
And I remain silent.
Don't listen to rumors,
But my head full of doubts.
Often see odd things,
Try to be brave.
I was born in spring,
I won't become less strange.
Because I'm your strangeness.