I wasn't given a perfect life.
No life that can be organized and easy.
I don't have a cookie-cutter life.
It will never be like theirs.

They all tease me for being busy.
I can't spare anytime.
They all think that I am lazy for not showing up on time.
They don't know the real reason why.

I never thought I was normal.
But they all know that now.
I never wanted to be normal.
That they don't know.

I wasn't given a perfect life.
No life that can be organized and easy.
I don't have a cookie-cutter life.
It will never be  like theirs.

So, now must I say that I am sorry?
For not having their life?
So, now should I beg for forgiveness?
Because I am different?

I won't say that I am sorry.
For not having a life like theirs.
I don't want their forgiveness.
I never wanted to be normal.

I wasn't given a perfect life.
No life that can be organized and easy.
I don't have a cookie-cutter life.
*It will never be like theirs.