I crawl out it the morning,

Hoping they can’t see me.

I dread the day,

They start to notice me.

I’m fine with being different,

Being the odd one, being weird.

But I can’t stand their pressure,

Of trying to change me.

I accept who I am,

I embrace it, I enjoy it.

But their stubborn eyes won’t see,

The difference,

That makes me, me.

I crawl out in the morning,

Hoping they don’t see me.

Maybe they’ll look the other way,

And I won’t see their threatening glares.

I am different,

I am not wrong.

I shouldn’t have to crawl past them

To escape their judging leers.

I stumble out it the morning,

Gaining the courage to stand tall,

Maybe they should see me.

Maybe they’ll put right their wrong.

I’m not sorry for being different

I am not sorry for being weird,

This society I’ve been put it,

Should recognize the wonders

Of standing strong.