They look at me weirdly,
Like I’m a unicorn with wings,
They can never see me clearly,
I’m a queen, in a world of kings.
They turn into statues when I talk,
As if I’m the snake-haired medusa.
They like pop while I like rock,
A lily in the world of petunias.
They can’t believe that I’m not them,
That I’m not two-faced,
I feel like I’m always condemned,
By their narrow-eyed gaze.
I would always wonder,
“What’s wrong with me?”
I felt like I was a blunder,
Their words wouldn’t set me free.
After a lot of introspection,
I came to the conclusion,
That I don’t need validation,
Or any superficial adoration,
For not being an imitation.
This poem is for those who never fit in, anywhere. Those who don’t belong anywhere. Those who aren’t ‘normal’ , but instead are ‘different’ and ‘weird.’
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