I am different

From the first day, they told me that my special person is okay 

The things that make me unique make me special so hold them close 

But what they didn't tell me is kids don't like different

Throwing rocks and stones to break your bones or maybe just your heart 

In my young years, I cried and cried and just wished to be normal like the other kids 

Just to fit in and stop being the weird freaky one 

Because then the insults stop, then the slow burn of despair stops 

Then one day or maybe over a few I realized that no matter how weird or freaky I may be 

I am my different self and that's okay 

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