From the tender age of twelve
I've found refuge in a bookshelf
In a story I would delve,
To be totally myself.
From pride to prejudice
All I found was bliss,
That I forgot all the facades
Of their judgemental shades.
I was the "different" kid
In the crowd I hid,
Escaping the reality in fiction
I lived in the story-depiction.
I was a misfit
For I was built
Of
A soul so shattered
A heart bitterly battered
Thoughts totally tattered
Words wisely clattered;
Tagged as the "******"
I faked bravado
And each day
Until I found my way
And be completely okay
Did I say-
"I am me
and me being me
makes me happy
putting this into poetry
is my way of therapy,
for I choose to be free
in all my oddity,
for I choose to be free
in all my oddity"