Poems of the (not-so) Heartless

The Freak

What a freak.

Such a loser.

I hear these accusations and

wage War,

telling myself,

they aren't true.

A constant,

ever-long battle with myself,

and the grief induced Self Doubt.

Maybe I am different.

Maybe to some,

I'm a Freak of Nature.

Maybe to that group,

they hate me so passionately,

they want me dead.

Whatever.

They can think what they want

I no longer care.

I am

Who I am.

I may talk different

Or walk different,

but that's the thing.

I am so different compared to you

that your brain is unable to comprehend.

So it tries to.

You begin to insult me,

and try to make me change,

so I may be understandable,

but I push back against your force,

and I may come off as "mean"

or "rude"

but all I want to do,

is form a Defence

against seething pain

which I envelope in

smiles and laughter.