If am so smart and gifted with a wonderful mind...
  Then why do all the children run away
Why dose the adult whisper
  Why dose all the  sharp  leers feel like a
       Insult,
                  Is  it because of this confusing grimace


            Is it because of my flapping hands

Is it because of my indifference shadow
Am truly sorry that is not dark and dull like the others....

            But  am not sorry that it more colourful and warmer than your beam
Am not sorry for being neat
Am not sorry for being me
Am not sorry for be unique
Am not sorry for being god new creation
        Am not sorry that god got bored of the same faces the Same colour the same voice...