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I know there are others,                                                                                                                  Like me                          They are there, searching for each other (and themselves),                                                                                                                 Like me                                                       I know they are slowly learning the truth                                                                  That, like me, they are not like you                                                                                                                       You                                                                                                 Are you like me?                                                                                  Maybe not, or maybe yes                                                 Maybe, you’d like me, because I am like you                                                                                       But perhaps you aren’t                                                                                  Maybe, you aren’t like me                                                                                    And that’s okay too, you                                                                                              You are not like me                                                                                    And you are everywhere                                                     And its just like me, to want to be like you                                                                                     You want to be different                                                                               Unlike me, I want the norm                                                                                 I want to be common...but                                                            If you were like me and I was like you                                                   You’d want to be me and I’d want to be you And, like you, I’d be connected With the world, related I’d be like you, associated With the world, correlated Like you...I want to be “different” No,weird.....”Unique”? Like you, I’d want to be “special” But isn’t that just odd?                                                       You know what                                                         Let’s just stop                                                         Tiring, isn’t it                                                       Confusing, silly                                              Foolish, completely idiotic                                                     Midway, Let’s end                                                          Let’s just be                                                         You and me
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Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 9:55 PM UTC
Opposites
I know there are others,                                                                                                                  Like me                          They are there, searching for each other (and themselves),                                                                                                                 Like me                                                       I know they are slowly learning the truth                                                                  That, like me, they are not like you                                                                                                                       You                                                                                                 Are you like me?                                                                                  Maybe not, or maybe yes                                                 Maybe, you’d like me, because I am like you                                                                                       But perhaps you aren’t                                                                                  Maybe, you aren’t like me                                                                                    And that’s okay too, you                                                                                              You are not like me                                                                                    And you are everywhere                                                     And its just like me, to want to be like you                                                                                     You want to be different                                                                               Unlike me, I want the norm                                                                                 I want to be common...but                                                            If you were like me and I was like you                                                   You’d want to be me and I’d want to be you And, like you, I’d be connected With the world, related I’d be like you, associated With the world, correlated Like you...I want to be “different” No,weird.....”Unique”? Like you, I’d want to be “special” But isn’t that just odd?                                                       You know what                                                         Let’s just stop                                                         Tiring, isn’t it                                                       Confusing, silly                                              Foolish, completely idiotic                                                     Midway, Let’s end                                                          Let’s just be                                                         You and me
I have been on both sides of the spectrum-too weird and too normal. When I felt out of place, I wanted to be normal. By normal, I don't mean boring or whatever. No one is really boring, after all. I mean...you know, normal. Normal? I know, I don't know what that is either. After I became what I thought was normal, I did feel dull and boring.And it was tiring, pretending to be someone I'm not. The wise voice in my head told me that I was being stupid and that normal doesn't exist and that everyone is weird and blah blah blah. That voice is probably right. But no matter what, I'll always want to fit in. I don't even want to be 'normal' anymore. Just accepted. Thanks for reading<3
mickaela
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Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 9:55 PM UTC
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