You tell me that I am strange.
I laugh too loudly,
I talk too much.
You tell me I’m not normal.
I wear different clothes,
I speak a different way.
You tell me I am different.
Perhaps I am.
But different than what?
Than you?
Because you
Are different than me.
You tell me I am different,
Strange, abnormal.
Have you ever stopped to think?
Maybe you are the strange one.
Maybe you are abnormal.
Maybe…
Maybe you are different.