She says she is difficult

And wishes it wasn’t so

She longs to be ordinary

Like all the others, you know?

She needs the silence sometimes

To recharge her beautiful mind

She says she is needy

And dislikes being so

She longs to be normal

What’s normal? Does anyone know?

She needs the distractions sometimes

To hide from feelings she fears

She’s expert at changing the subject

It’s a tactic she’s used for years and years

She says she is tired

Of always being this way

She sometimes wants to run

Escape, somewhere far away

There are no monsters there, in her cabin in the wild

There the world is not so loud, she’s safe just like a child

I’ve told her a hundred times

And I’ll say it a thousand more

She’s anything but difficult

She’s loveable, to her core