It was somehow hard for me to believe, I was normal.
Although I was, but my mind was my krypton.
And each of my thoughts, space shuttle,
that carried a part of my consciousness there.
But as I grew up, people started to judge me,
startled by all that I could be.
Though jack of all,
I knew I could be the master of my thoughts.
I never understood; why people never understood, what I understood.
Going through all whites and blacks, I could see only grey.
While others would see a point,
for me it was a sphere.
For society, responsibilities were a part of growing up,
but no more than shackles i couldn't bear.
While they tried to fit me in their circle,
I slogged to be a square.
As I grew up, as I grew up!