I'm not confused anymore about what I am, I know...after all, I couldn't tell sarcasm unless someone points it out to me, and I didn't understand the "searching for a forest but only seeing trees" metaphor. I know what I am
I know what I am, who I am, what I feel better hiding....and it's obvious that hiding it also makes me better, I can't control my hearing when I have the object, I want to block things out but I can't when I'm wearing it
PAVE YOUR WAY WITH YOUR FISTS!! IF SOMEONE HATES U AND YOUR POEMS YOU GET YOUR TWO HANDS AND YOU FLIP THEM OFF WITHOUT GIVING ANY COOKIES!