Something's off about me,
I look in the mirror,
But my reflection doesn't want
To look back.
I blink too fast,
Hold eye contact too long.
There are so many rules,
That weren't coded into my DNA.
When to laugh,
When to cry,
When to talk,
And when to hold my tongue.
I don't look quite like,
Anyone else.
I don't think quite like,
Anyone else.
Maybe it's because,
I'm not like anyone else.
I'm not from here,
Am I?
Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 8:55 AM UTC
Something's off about me,
I look in the mirror,
But my reflection doesn't want
To look back.
I blink too fast,
Hold eye contact too long.
There are so many rules,
That weren't coded into my DNA.
When to laugh,
When to cry,
When to talk,
And when to hold my tongue.
I don't look quite like,
Anyone else.
I don't think quite like,
Anyone else.
Maybe it's because,
I'm not like anyone else.
I'm not from here,
Am I?
I feel foreign in this skin suit I wear
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