I should have realised
Long ago
There’s something a little off
About me.
Everyone knew how
To act
To react
To interact
Inate instructions calling time
Picking up the rules and the rhyme.
No one told me the rules of the game
Or even that we were playing, with
No choice but to play.
I learnt the rules, or a strange
Version thereof from
Books.
Because nobody bothered to sit down
And explain the rules of the game, or
that I had to play.
So when i say or do
The wrong thing, try remembering
You knew the rules, how to act, interact, react,
And I’m still learning with every book I read.
I wrote a poem last night, it’s had some compliments from a number of people. I’m quite pleased with the metaphor and hopefully it gets the message across.