From my first waking hours, I knew I was different

 

Everyone stared, and laughed, and taunted,

Even my own mother made me feel unwanted.

 

I knew I was different, but why is different wrong?

 

My brothers and sisters all wished for my death

They prayed the cat would make me his dinner

They all cheered with joy, thinking of my last breath

 

I knew I was different, but why is different wrong?

 

I dreamt I could find peace one day

Spend my hours swimming

Alone, with no else around to have anything to say

 

One day came where I woke up with pride,

“I like being different!” I proclaimed,

With that, I decided to head for the countryside

 

I knew I was different, and that is just fine.

 

Without saying goodbye, I flew out the door

I began my journey to find a place where I would be accepted

A place where I would be the ugly duckling no more