being different
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It’s okay
for an erratic
like moi wrapped tight
in a creature essence,
back-hitched and twisted,
bent fisting hummocks
Not fearless. Still brave. Dare to dream. Lovely. All of the things I so desire, and delight in. Conspiring against tragedy.Shakespeare wishes it was a comedy. Escaping from scapegoats, and illness blighting.
When you are different
Everything is wrong
Nothing is right
But because of that
You still have to fight,
With all your might
You have to flaunt your Ethnicity
Your Philosophy
Your Style
I am from curiosity, letting go of hands
Tumbling down stairs
No one around me, to say “Hey watch out”
A lone giggle
I am from quite lonely days
I am not me,
Because if I were,
I’d be like everybody else.
A man filled with anxiety,
A man filled with regrets,
That is who I am.
A man who has learned from sadness,
She is strong
She is more than just a pretty face
She is more than just a girl that takes up space
She is a girl that sings her own song
No one asks her name
I was always the last person in line, the last seat at the back of the classroom, and the last person to speak.
That's the difference between you and I.
You spend your time talking about love and romance, that's all you dream of.
I dream of exceeding expectations. Of blowing people like you away with what I can do.
Yeah, I'm different.
Different then the rest.
I may not be the best,
but heaven forbid I'm not the worst.
My clothing is different.
There is something about empty space,
where there are no competitions.
The blankness is tempting,
tempting you to fill it at your own pace.
Occupy the void with anything you want,
