Though as the crying stopped, I continued to weep. And as the summer heat came, I continued to shiver. As the music slowed, I continued to dance. Was there something wrong with me?

I can't stop, I'm on a roll. Everything spun in a circle of colors around me. I was dizzy, but I continued to walk. All the flowers grew, but I continued to plant. I hope there's nothing wrong with me.

I hoped everyone could see, that I was just being me. It was not my fault. I was out of control. Nothing can stop me now.

Everyone stared as I continued to work. What was wrong with being a little overachieving?

It's not like I could stop it. It's not like I'm in control. Should I be?

Can't you treat me like I'm normal?

So as everyone stared and the music slowed, I continued to dance.