I have everything compared to some and nothing compared to most.
My mood doesn’t fit my personality;
My shoes are ******* gross.
My name shout “stranger!” to the mind.
My fist cause danger all around.
My hairs uneven (I never cared) and my styles the symbol of “the weird.”
I have everything compared to some and nothing compared to most.
In this body I’m a guest; and a stranger stranger is the host.