Since long before I remember, Just through Story

I’ve always been an anomaly.

The Bird that Prefers Walking

The Dyeing tree in the Spring

A Mime Who loves talking

A choir-girl who won’t sing



My thoughts do not come from a common place

But from a world full of complications and haste



I find no humor in the common air

I find no sadness in these normal waters

I find no hurt in the common tears

When people think cooler, I think hotter.



Since I am Not Justified

Others are simply Terrified



Anomalies ruin common thought

So I am shunned to the corner to sit there to rot.



While hurt and confusion bring me such tears,

I’ve learned to ignore the most potent jeers.



It scares me sometimes, why’m i like this?

Why I can’t understand their desires, hopes, even their bracelets on their wrists.



I’ve never drank from the common fountain

and if I were to try, my body would treat it like poison.



So I’ll walk this path alone until I find

Another anomaly with an open mind





Maybe I won’t be the glue without hold.

Maybe I’ll be the rock that turns to gold.