Different from the crowd that lives,
Across the street and peers..
into the doings of nobodies,
feeds on darkest fears..

Im different and not sorry,
not being amongst the herd..
Im different and not sorry,
my choices that absurd!

I dive into the pages,
Penned by greater minds..
Who chose to spend the ages,
Towards intellectual finds..

I do not care for trivia,
Or conversations vain..
that feed on cold invidia,
And deep-hearted disdain..

No sword or tongue or might,
That people claim so true..
Can paint my thoughts so bright,
As a pen inked in blue..

I may be called unvaried,
And dull and tedious too..
but beneath my skin is buried,
A fiery someone new..

Im different as different can be,
Head in the clouds, nose in a book..
Opposing the ideals of society,
Ignoring the judgmental look..

My thoughts swim in the auburn sky,
The wheels and cogs of my mind turn..
How and what and a million whys,
Don’t stop me, I want to learn..

In swarms and herds and bouts,
Towards a blinding goal..
They leap and run and jump,
Towards something unknown..

Follow the crowd, they say,
thats where we’re meant to go..
I cannot fit in this way,
When I was born to stand out..

Im different and not sorry,
For being who I am..
Im different and not sorry,
I try, I will, I can..