Picture Perfect (Child Prodigy)

I am not you,
and you are certainly not me,
I crave for your touch, attention, and your all,
I keep on running, but there is nowhere to hide,
I am going, I am going and I am gone.

The trees are swaying as the branches dance merrily,
I long to be merry, thus I am nowhere near.

I am different, I know I am,
There is no doubt,
There is no denying,
I am me, and there is not more than that,
A soul trapped, by the demands of life.

Trapped, hurt, lost,
In people's perception of the picture perfect.


"Every true genius is bound to be naive."
Friedrich Schiller