I can't help it that I always get lost; 
And tears rolling down my cheeks is the cost.
For, my brain is filled with much confusion;
Life outside of school is just a dark illusion.
I have never been social; to me it never has occurred;
Because I can't put my own feelings into more than a few
grouchy words.
For, I am very sick with hydrocephalus;
Which floods my brain like an infection does pus.
But, nobody knows this is the beginning of bad years;
And that, in my life, I will shed many tears.
For, this is just the start of my trouble;
Of living my life in a sad, comforting little bubble.
Because my parents don't respect Western Medicine;
For into space, their minds they have jettisoned.
Don't you hate it when your parents act like they care;
But, they have common sense that is barely there?