#different
When people ask if you're weird, or tell you,
or want to believe themselves strange,
eclectic, or odd.
It's vaguely disgusting to me,
cringeworthy in a mild degree.
We think we're so different,
but we are not.
The individualism of people
should be and is comparable
to the individualism of ants.
Who looks at the anthill and
sees something in particular,
something behaving specifically
"uniquely"
from every ant and every anthill?
Why do you believe in yourself?
I see this, as a conversation about
depression, and your partner
does not respect you
but instead wants to
tell you how they feel worse,
or have it worse, or "understand" more
about the affirmation or situation.
A person looking for individuality
through a lens of misery, anguish, and sadness,
is truly alone in their minds, and missing the
reality that these depressions exist without them.
The statement, "you are not alone" is an attack,
or an offense to these people, because it says
"you are not as unique as you think",
it strips them of their identity and individuality.
This is true of many ideologies and affirmations.
I quit individuality, this constricting sense
of holding everything of yourself in center,
to be a drop in the whole, something fluid.
If you split your affirmations from yourself,
you'd see we're all the same;
Affirmations are just currents in the ocean.
I look at myself; and people see a man,
a radical feminist, and sometimes a musician.
As labels, these each have their own presupposed notions,
[especially, "man" or "male" in the patriarchal gaze]
which hardly, if ever, are true,
but as affirmations, when I consent to using them,
these are no longer stereotypes that constrain me,
but similarities that I realize
I can embrace or shut out in others.
Affirmations do not make me more unique,
but similar to more people.
If I remove these affirmations to try and get to my "true" center,
my purest form of self, I see I am without meaning.
This is why I quit Individuality.
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 1:59 PM UTC
What I am,
Is not what you are,
Because unlike you, I never was human.
Never was able to really feel emotions, which you all adore,
Been called a demon for that reason, a monster which was deserted,
Emptiness, calm and drenched in the sorrow of never fitting in is what embellishes me, an ornament of true, cruel sadness, undetected.
And yes, I don't understand you, perhaps I don't even want to, knowing what humans are like, I accepted my fate of being alone,
I let my fingernails grow long and sharp to at least fit into the picture of a monster you have put me, because what else do I have left ?
A heart, perhaps which desires to take those under its wing whom suffered the same tragity, orphans with no place or rejected, abused.
And a body, carrying a thousand marks done by a knife, or these nails, in a cold desperate wishing to be normal at least for a day, to not be alone and deserted, with no one left to talk but a silly pen, a pocket watch which is about to stop ticking calmly, gently very soon.
An ember of light, triggers some emotions at rare occasions, which fade into nothingness as the day begins to face it's end, ah, phantoms
So, what I am,
Is not what you are,
Because I am...
A demon.
~ Umi
Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 6:00 PM UTC
Tell me about your lavender eyes and your vanilla hair.
Tell me about you sandalwood smile and coal black stare.
How does the rain wash away your hatred for other so easily?
But the soft breeze in the summer fuels your fire?
Tell me about your wandering mind and your benevolent heart.
Tell me about your gypsy spirit and harnessed passion.
How does the ocean calm sadness so easily?
But the autumn smell makes you cry in the night?
Can you tell me why it's so easy to fall for you but so hard to make you stay?
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 8:28 PM UTC
we so easily pluck weeds from the garden
because the look unruly and don’t go with the tulips
but in life
we don’t segregate the suicidal, emotional, and unstable
because they are that way
from the steady breathers
we are a world of dandelions
with a rare tulip
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 2:29 AM UTC
Eternity can change in a fleeting moment,
These are the hopes of a girl, bound to a chair, looking out of the window, seeping sadness with in a barage of frustration locked away,
Rejected by the other kids because she was different, she soon has stopped to bond anymore, friendships seemed like a happy illusion,
Too scared to go outside and be made fun of, or called out for her oddness which would unfold in special, yet fascinating, blissful ways,
Days pass by, which become months, with no range of change to be seen or gazed at, sealing her emotions away to stay sane, one option,
Reading to develop a further understanding of humans, as to develop greater, wonderous capabilities of imagination to simulate a world within her little, fragile, yes almost broken mind, in which she can grow strong and happy, alike her flowers she calls her own children,
After all, each time she desired to get close to one or another, a cold shoulder has been served, their backs turning at her in spite and hate,
But, this girl has lost the reason to mind it, after all, her loneliness is her shelter, her fantasy and her dreams a happy place to return to,
Left behind, like a one winged heron.
~ Umi
Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 6:03 PM UTC
You people think I care,
When you call me these names.
You think I haven't heard them all before.
But I will only ask one question,
If you are not a **** and I am not like you,
Does that mean I am a ****
Because yes I'm not like you...
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 12:11 PM UTC
A bird, earthbound, disabled by birth.
Left out, deserted and even made fun of by the others, because it was not just different, it was also not capable to do what they ever did,
Taking off into the azure of the wonderful heaven, the sky far above,
A tasteless sight of a rainy day, brought from the drought of emotions
A fate, to never take off, unless he finds another to be his other half,
Broken loneliness, dancing in the loitering darkness of their life, infinite shades of punishment, fear and envy embellished in his soul,
Looked down upon, yet determinded, hopeful of what the future may hold, two single winged herons might be able to melt within love,
Darling, blood flows through the veins of fate, are you my lovebird, the one I'll finally spread the one wing I have with and fly, far away?
Let us melt, like no others have until we are unable to feel alone, dear
So don't be shy, experience the grand beauty of the heavens above with me, after all we are two peas in a *** crushed by the same fate.
Kiss me now, take off with me, so we may fly through the embrace of the sun which is shining, with every cloud and their silver lining,
It will be alright, Darling
~ Umi
Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 6:01 PM UTC
Today was different.
I laughed.
I smiled.
I lost my frown.
I was different.
Yes, today was a good day.
Because today was different.
Aug 25, 2013
Aug 25, 2013 at 11:45 PM UTC
I got different copies
for different stars
for the only Moon in the sky.
Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 5:24 PM UTC
Sometimes being unique is a hassle
When you're in a castle
Where everyone is the same
And no one's like you
There's no one to talk to
They don't know your music
Or read poetry
You don't share the money
That drips like honey from their clothes
You don't like rap
Which is readily on tap
You're not athletic
Makes you feel pathetic
You feel so alone
Unknown
They're all such clones
Same hair
Same clothes
Same likes and dislikes
What's an outsider to do?
You end up left out
In a dark corner where nothing presides
Divides you from everyone else.
Sometimes being different is a hassle
When you live in a castle
Where being different is frowned upon.
Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 10:15 PM UTC
I almost don’t like relating to other people.
Because that means they have the same thoughts I do.
If I’m so different, how can that be?
But maybe I’m not different.
I’m not different at all.
If I’m not different and I don’t think or feel differently,
then what is this terrible feeling that I don’t belong?
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 2:28 PM UTC
No I'm not depressed because I'm fat.
No I'm not depressed because I'm being bullied.
No I'm not depressed because I didn't get what I wanted.
But I am depressed but only because of the simple fact that the person I want to be and the person I am are two different genders.
No one wants to help a transgender child.
No one cares if we have feelings or not.
No one understands that the wrong pronouns can upset us.
But when they do...its too late.
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 3:09 AM UTC
Thyself or Myself.
Selflove or Selfcare.
Eating or consumption.
Redemption or Vindication.
Self-conscious or Self-aware.
Sounds same,
Yet vastly different!
Or might I say diverse?
Mar 13, 2021
Mar 13, 2021 at 6:13 AM UTC
I'd like to think
that my art
is different
And I'd like to think
that my life
is different
But they're not
just like
I am not
and I believe
this will not change
anytime soon
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 12:31 PM UTC
I am different,
And proud of this.
With this difference,
I make accomplices,
Who are different.
I don't care if you,
Call me different,
Because I love my,
Difference.
Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 2:42 PM UTC
*look at her,
red lipstick smeared on her face.
she is beautiful,
looking like this.
drunk and high,
she is too young.
she messes around,
and soon she will be gone,
just like everybody else.*
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 7:45 AM UTC
Paved thoughts
They lay
In naivity
Youth
Born into homogeny
Told
"Different is beautiful"
But taught
To fall in line
With the swaying ways
Society's norms form
Pin-up billboard smiles
Flash magazine swagger
On surgeon made bodies
Guide retinas of wide eyed
Youth
To mirrors
With disgust
"Different is beautiful"
We'll say
Yielding our whitened smiles
"Different is beautiful"
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 11:28 PM UTC
It's harder than you think to be content
to be happy without looking at someone else
so if you ever have trouble
if you might think your ugly
just remember our differences aren't reasons to be jealous
but God's fingerprint
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 10:38 AM UTC
I am in a box
As I reach out
Touch the walls
This strange barrier that separates me
From the other
Anything external
Different
Other
A hand from the box adjacent to mine appears
Splayed against the wall
I reach out mine
The dark and light contrast
Like the Chinese symbol Ying and yang
Other clearly
Other
Even a child could tell the difference
But,
Who does it take to look past the differences?
Jul 14, 2018
Jul 14, 2018 at 10:13 PM UTC
What is the matter
Of being
Fat
Black
Gay
Nerd
Different
Or what else?
All you can see here,
Are just Black and White
But you can still see
the beauty
inside
of these group of clauses
And I still can see,
I will always can see
your inner beauty
From those words you wrote
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 12:36 PM UTC
Erase my face from your page
Edit me out of the life you portray
But the pictures of you left
Baby I took them
I watched your life up close
Sat on the front row
Never thought I'd just be
Your photographer
I used to be the spark
I used to steal your heart
You were a flash so bright
When life got dark
I used to be your moon
Your sunset too
Would've spent my life
Making you see how I see you
Now my only role
Now my only role
Now my only role
Was your photographer
Aug 7, 2020
Aug 7, 2020 at 2:02 PM UTC
I yearn to be an outsider.
To stray from society...
All in order to be
Who I'm truly
Created to be
I'm willing to face inner and outer adversity
All in the name of freedom
Judge me
Ridicule me
I care not, for I yearn to be
Everything I was created for
Living life purposefully
Breaking societal norms
I care not for the path created by
The government
But rather live happily
Fruitfully
In accordance to
Who I am created to be.
Wandering Unconventionally.
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 12:28 PM UTC
It doesn't matter how much people try to include me or how much I include myself. I'll always be different to everyones eyes. I'll always be an outcast, an outsider...
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 8:01 AM UTC
My friend cut his hair.
Many weeks ago.
His hair was long,
But now it's short,
Much shorter than before.
My friend cut his hair.
It's softer to the touch.
I pat his head,
A gentle tap,
He didn't like it much.
My friend cut his hair.
It used to hide his eyes.
I see them both,
Like pretty jewels,
No longer in disguise.
My friend cut his hair.
It makes him different now.
His eyes light up,
His smiles are warm,
As warm as he'll allow.
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 5:40 PM UTC
*if he crawls will you crawl too?
if he falls will you fall too?
he cries in silence can you not see his tears?
all kinds of hope dissapears.
no one sits with him cause he doesnt fit in,
but you feel like you do when you make fun of him.
it's not like you hate him and want him to die
but he might go home and think suicide
no one talks to him he feels so alone,
he's in so much pain to survive on her own.
he lives on the edge old enough to decide,
his brother who wants to be him is just nine
but she will be gone too soon*
(c.m.h)
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 3:13 PM UTC