Growing up

I don't socialize well.
Probably never have.
Probably never will.
No one will ever know the real me.

I'm far too grown up for my age.
Matured to the max,
I can never relax.
I'm a freak raised on center stage.

On the other hand, I'm intelligent.
I'm sensitive, responsible, never in a fight.
Raised to be a perfect gent.
Sadly enough, that's my plight.

Kids don't usually relate to polite.
For them its mostly all cuss words and sex.
They think I prance around like a knight.
What they don't know is my hex.

I don't know what I've ever done
To anyone I've ever known
That's been insensitive, inappropriate, or dumb,
But maybe my guardian angel has flown.

On the other hand, I'm the man I am.
If I wasn't raised like I have been,
Then that would never have been.
All in all, I thank God I am who I am.

Copyright Shane Cuhlan

Alone

I sit alone,
Singing a song in my head.
No one will come and talk to me.
God forbid I bother them.

I think to myself,
"What the hell did I do"
For the eightieth time today.
So many, yet I know so few.

Some arrogant prep asks for gum.
I ask myself why not.
Why should I be bitter.
I hand it to them, not expecting a thank-you
And not getting one

Why am I alone?
Who are they to judge?
What did I do to them?
When did I it?
Where is God when you need Him?

I go home and cry.
I pray for a friend.
Maybe a good conversation.
Maybe just an end...

Copyright Shane Cuhlan

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