If only I wasn't such a freak then I could explore the world every day of the week.
being constantly stuck in this place I call home, I just sit and watch the other freaks roam.
all the normal people have someone to love, and I'm stuck here talking to the angels above.
maybe if I looked different I would get treated better, or pretty and famous then my fans would write me letters.
but normal is not absolutely in my inside, and I don't wanna act like something I don't define.
but it's okay to be different because different is better, whether it's pretty or not like an ugly sweater.
being a freak doesn't make you weak, being the same will always make you lame.
realize this cause this is who you are, and finding the truth isn't so far.

What shape is it's ears?
A silhouette so mysterious.
Wandering in the woods,
Not knowing how it looks.
A little pointy on the nose,
But it doesn't actually crow.
A lonely silhouette,
Disappearing into the sunset.

I'm different because i like colors other than white.
I'm different because i like the weirdest things from joyous, laughter and bright.
I'm different because i love you.
You're different because you love me
We're different because we're not like the rest.
I"m different for seeing your weird point of views that no one else can see.
I am just different for being who i am without caring for judgement.
Different.

It's ok
To be sad
Or mad
Or not know who you are
It's ok
To get lost
In the forest
Of eyes
You don't need
To pretend
Everything's alright
It's ok
If you're queer
Or different from the others
Coming up with new words
To describe who you are
It's ok
No matter what
The sun will rise
And then come down
At least you have
One constant
In your life

I've always been different,
haven't I?

Yes

That remembered is not of present, true the fact.
Self in name, but person no more, a note is played and heard intact.
Resonation fades through fault or purpose, and plucked again a new key to nurture, sound or noise, felt or heard, possibility given but no outcome occurred, perhaps another.
Pick and focus on what comes to mind, and what was listened for can be pure to find, for sequence in health the song will give, a symphony of life in truth herewith.

One heart meets another.
They begin beating together in time
   That sense so new
   So many things to do
In perfect rhythm... Perfect rhyme...

One mind encounters another.
They begin to search and explore
   Thoughts, ideas and proclivity
   Perspective, opinion and tendency
Similarities and differences to adore.

One person touches another.
Electrifying each person inside
   A feeling for the ages
   Defying the wisest sages
Deep within the soul now resides.

Two meet and verily become one.
Never too late... Never too soon
   A love is created
   In every way related
in this moment, perfect... atune..

It's different because it has to be
Not jut another person! Same enterprise.
We can't do the same old thing anymore
I think we're both in for surprise!

No more easy seduction
No practiced methods of appeal.
Fare well to rehearsed romance
If this is to be real...

We must now step outside ourselves
Becoming ourselves at the same time.
We both know what this means
Identity together, yet individually prime.

There can be no "trying" like before
We're going to have to simply BE.
Affectations will only ruin us
We both must want this genuinely.

Our sameness can be advantage or danger
A welcomed yet enforced kind of honesty.
Because this will really have to be different
If there is to be any you and me...