I don't quite understand
This judgement
This lack of understanding
People are different
People are strange
Wondrous creatures
That I ponder at
We are all living
Breathing
Infinite creatures
Living these lives
That others find strange
Others judge
And point
And wonder
But what I've decided
And what I've found
Is that every single one of us
Is different
And these odd things we do
We do things
That make us happy
That bring joy to our hearts
And they may be odd
Or different
Or frowned upon
But I've found that
We need to do what brings us joy
What makes every single day of our lives worth it
We can't stand around
Living morbid lives
To please the people
To please the crowd
We need to live
We need to breathe
And live eccentric lives
That bring us joy
And help us thrive
Because when I look back on my life one day
Or let's make this simplistic
When I look back on my year,
I want grand brilliant technicolour memories
Filled with joy
With memories that brought me great happiness...
Nothing morbid
And nothing grey
I wish to see a technicolour life
Of happiness.