People try to help me,

but can't they see,

that I can't be convince,

ever since,

I know my A,B,C's and 1,2,3's,

I just want to be free,

I can not change,

but in this range,

I'm not being mean,

I don't want to lean,

on someone cause you ain't here,

or with me there,

through hard or good times,

I'm just like mimes,

I speak through my poetry,

just like a tree,

I like to be alone,

so please begone.