Isn't it fair?

I’ve heard the feeling

That people feel but not hear,

I could sense the vibration of hearts

That people can only feel through touch,

I could read the mind of things

But they say things have no any brains,

I could see the sound tree makes

But it seems that sound is to be heard and not seen.

Some say, I am insane and some accuses me of being dumb,

And I pretend I have never heard those words.

I sometimes,

Stand infront of mirror for hours

Admiring every sensible things I have,

Sensing that I am different and special

But ….

But why people don’t see me in that way?

People say I am a bad person

I can’t see any reason to be bad,

Bad persons hate the way they feel and i

I feel the great in every of my deeds..

Once I slapped a tree and apologized

Heard no any cry, so I feel no bad,

Again I clapped my hands against a bee

It stucked me so hard that I began to cry,

I cried and cried until I heard another cry.

I realized I stepped on a foot of him (child)

Slowly my tears dried shifting towards him..

He is a god that reduced my sadness, I thought,

I started to kick, slap and punch some when I cried

It’s a miracle.. isn’t it?

I found a god while being sad

And people accused me of being mad

Is this fair?

I am special I know

And pretend to never heard those useless people’s thoughts.