Today was my last performance on the Evergreen Park High School stage. I spent a lot of time thinking deeply and being sad, although I did not cry once. As a souvenir from the show, I took a door from the set and had everybody sign it. A lot of people cried, a lot of memories resurfaced, but that’s life. I am not good at being sad when things end. Just because a good thing ends, it’s not necessarily a bad thing. The world keeps moving, and I with it. I love that door.
From the man who is misunderstood Everyone turns away It is not his fault But no one can comprehend The life of a person so different So peculiar So strange He'll never fit in, they imply And so the man believes it That cold, hard truth
Did God make him this way? Is he just depressed? No, it is not depression It is a simple misconception Or so they say
If everyone has friends Why does he have none? The truth is, he has some Some have moved away Others have come to stay Some he thought he could trust But other turned out to be corrupt With sweet lips yet dark hearts With bitter tongues yet open hearts The man could not resist Fitting in was such a must But like a gust People pass him by Day by day
Is autism something to frown upon? He is so lonely Yet so musically talented He is so depressed Yet so happy on the outside He feels so insecure Yet so confident in his own work And he still has no friends Because of his social awkwardness His social disorder Does it matter? Do others care? Should others care?
The man who is misunderstood Feels that he has no purpose Yet there is still a glimmer of hope A glimmer that shines into eternity Is there hope for this misconceived man? He does not know No one knows But he keeps moving forward And will someday find his name And engrave it in the earth
Colin Allpow
ReplyDeleteToday was my last performance on the Evergreen Park High School stage. I spent a lot of time thinking deeply and being sad, although I did not cry once. As a souvenir from the show, I took a door from the set and had everybody sign it. A lot of people cried, a lot of memories resurfaced, but that’s life. I am not good at being sad when things end. Just because a good thing ends, it’s not necessarily a bad thing. The world keeps moving, and I with it. I love that door.
I know you are supposed to wish someone to "break a leg" when before they stage; what do you wish them after they have taken their last bow?
DeleteI am sure you will treasure that door for years to come--what a great artifact from an important time in your life.
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ReplyDeleteThe girl looks around
And wonders
Why are we here?
What is our purpose?
She asks her friends Some laugh
But some
Entertain her thoughts
To swim, they say, or sing
Others believe that
There is no purpose;
One day, we'll all end up in a grave
Dead
And the girl cannot argue
But
Cannot bring herself to agree
There must be a reason
A purpose
And so she endeavors
Perhaps in vain
To find that purpose
Bridget, you have posed that one big question that we all have. Hopefully we can explore some possibilities through our writing. Thanks for sharing.
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DeleteFrom the man who is misunderstood
Everyone turns away
It is not his fault
But no one can comprehend
The life of a person so different
So peculiar
So strange
He'll never fit in, they imply
And so the man believes it
That cold, hard truth
Did God make him this way?
Is he just depressed?
No, it is not depression
It is a simple misconception
Or so they say
If everyone has friends
Why does he have none?
The truth is, he has some
Some have moved away
Others have come to stay
Some he thought he could trust
But other turned out to be corrupt
With sweet lips yet dark hearts
With bitter tongues yet open hearts
The man could not resist
Fitting in was such a must
But like a gust
People pass him by
Day by day
Is autism something to frown upon?
He is so lonely
Yet so musically talented
He is so depressed
Yet so happy on the outside
He feels so insecure
Yet so confident in his own work
And he still has no friends
Because of his social awkwardness
His social disorder
Does it matter?
Do others care?
Should others care?
The man who is misunderstood
Feels that he has no purpose
Yet there is still a glimmer of hope
A glimmer that shines into eternity
Is there hope for this misconceived man?
He does not know
No one knows
But he keeps moving forward
And will someday find his name
And engrave it in the earth