My teachers thought I was “high”.
[God forbid some young kid had amassed enough intellect, vocabulary and arcane literary reference material to confuse them]
Only my art and advanced writing/comp teachers ‘got me’.
My peers just thought me ‘twisted and dark’.
I had fun, even when I was laughing alone.
[and you probably should have ‘aimed lower’]
;]
Fortunately, my parents encouraged and supported us kids in our curiosity and our opinions, and went to bat for us if it was necessary. We were not scolded for asking all sorts of questions.