Look at all those eager hands reaching for a piece of the pie. I've been patient, I've been polite, and when it was my turn to bite, That big pie was gone. Mommy, look what I did in school today! They show-and-tell, I hide and cry. Why do I feel so out of place among those of equal interest? Why do they all have names on the screen and tools in their hands, and here I am desparite for a grasp on anything. I'm afraid I'm clueless. I swear I sprinted for the bus, but there it goes again without me. Every free pass I win over, another hot-spot kicks me out. I guess you can't have everything, but I'd like a bit of something special. I don't feel well today and it began when I got dressed. I don't know what brings it on, my head must be damanged, my eyes swelled, because I can't understand what I see anymore. I'm uncomfortable in the skin I'm in; the shape, the place, the direction I'm going. Tonight I'm going to history; walking back into a memory and for whatever reason, I'm dreading it. I don't feel right. I'm like Pluto; a part of something great once and now an outcast, something about me doesn't fit their criteria. I swear ever since that day nothing's been the same. I want to escape to the Castle Arroyo; you heard me, that place that used to scream and bite. The walls are down and the scenery's always beautiful now. That's where I want to be. Well, no... I guess where I really want to be, What I really want to be, is comfortable, happy, goal-driven me.