Confession of a Retarded

Confession of a Retarded
Peter Eduria III

I can't sleep at night.

its like am dreaming without even sleeping.

In day, I speak differently like a drug addict.

My brain just don't stop from knowing and decoding.

I always find a way in creating something.

and it is always a big normal thing.

they think of me differently.

some wonders if am high, but no im not.

its just that i have a number of hormones.

i feel like so excited every time that I.

my mind is freaking out if i stop.

unstrained movement of my body occurs.

its not sex, but can also be like that.

its just am beginning to be hyperactive person.

my hearts beats faster than yours.

hell am not fucking in love.

I have a fucking mannerism.

no am not a jerk.

It's just normal, but for them it is different.

I am the most stable person in times of trouble.

it is simply because that am excited.

waiting for something to happen.

not doubting without a fear.
I can kill a person without any hesitation.
It gives me a feeling of happiness.
especially seeing the blood of a person spilling and flowing.
It gives me a hightend of joy.
I can be your angel.
As i can be your devil. 

It always come to my mind to blow the car next to mine.

sometimes shooting the head of the person I was talking to.

but mostly as always, I think of something trippy to do.

who ever he is, whatever she is.
I don't fucking care.

I hate it living different,

I hate common things,

I hate normal persons,

but what i do know and I love is,

That there is God and I know who the person I really Love.