You see me every day
Hear everything you say
Good things
Bad things
All are things

Some days you make fun of me
About the way I look
The clothes I wear
I'm different
Almost strange to the rest

You thing I don't hear you
The lies that you tell
The rumors
They spread
Like a virus

I learned to follow the flow
Stick to the stream
If anything
I keep attention away from me
That's me

As children we used to soar
Many now
I see are shunned
Popularity has destroyed
The bonds between us

They make us different

                                         -Adam