People like to make assumptions, about
whatever they can.
I am a person that people don't ever
understand,
I wish someone knew who I really am.

People doubt I have the ability,
But, if you question me on anything,
the answer is, I can.
No one knows for what or where, it is that I
may stand.
But, if you don't know what to think of me,
imagine your own right hand.

People look at me & only see a gullible little
girl,
It's easy for me to see, that I just don't fit in
in this world,
I compensate with loneliness, avoiding any
place that is not rural.

People say they feel nervous, whenever I'm
around,
So, if you find it hard to trust in me,
You best believe that the place I stand is
sound,
You might even know the place, it's called
solid ground.

© W. Helin