I can see them look at me. 

They’re staring, though, those stares are vacant. 

They’ve never felt how I’ve felt. 

I’ve never felt how they’ve felt. 

So there can be no mutual understanding. 

And everyone will just keep on, being different. 

But not for the better. 

Because they will continue to laugh at me...

As if I were a mouse trying to fly. 

And I will continue to laugh at them...

As if they were an armadillo trying to fight a lion.