My Bailiwick
© Alicia July 10, 2002


Someday they'll say to me
Gosh, girl, you're really buttoned-down
And that day I'll only be able to frown
What makes you think that?
I'll say, and then start grinning away
After all, we can't all not be adults
And then I plan to walk away
No need to convince the crowds


I'm really lost in my own daydream
I'm really not bothered by all the "don't"s
I'm really not tired of staying out of trouble
I've really never wanted to let go
I wasn't aware that I needed an excuse
or a chance to act out
I don't think my abuse is any more
than every child's


No drama queen, just a quiet being
Without a doubt,
I'm not standing out
But at least I listened to the hand-outs:
There's no reason for being here
to be found at the bottom of a beer
Nor even reasonable doubt,
a way to get out


Sitting in a corner has it's uses
Listening in without raised eyebrows
People seem strange from a distance
when they feel problems are easier vented
not to be solved, not to be resolved
these are the things I hear about
All the problems there's no forgetting
No chance to feel left out


I don't want to lie, I might be guarded
I might be looking for someone to find me out
Sure it seems it's safer here
But I'm not really helping anyone out
The way I am is not exactly weird,
we only seem a minority because we don't exactly shout.
The hidden ones understand more than most people here
but we're the ones who never let the secret out.



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