It's quiet, but I hear voices in my head. They tell me things that I don't understand.
But I mean it wouldn't hurt to try to.
Or maybe it would so that's why they make it so hard to.
Maybe one day I'll understand.
But first I have to try to, but that's only if I want to.
But I have to, or else I'll stay Home Alone.
Abandoned, open-handed. I try to be open-minded but it's so hard to understand it.
Dyslexia...isn't that what they call it???
But i'm to smart for that, and that's not even one of my diagnosis.
I'm just a young scholar tryna get educated.
So I can be known for something far more than the Great Debaters.
Debating if they should open the door and let me go on my own, or should I be declined my rights of freedom and be left.......Home Alone.