Being different in this world
Can get you killed.
Strange things,
Things that do not belong,
Are all destroyed.
I am different,
I am strange,
They turn up their noses,
And call me a blasphemy.
All because I am not "normal".
Their ideals of normal,
Stop me from fitting in,
Everyone despises me,
There is one though,
Who does not.
They care about me,
They do not hate me or turn up their nose.
My differences are accepted by them,
And it makes me worry.
All my life I've been told I am a blasphemy,
But this one disagrees,
I do not trust them,
So I run,
Back to where I do not belong.
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Poetry
PoetryThis book can't even be described. It's just a book of the poetry that I've randomly written. Sometimes they're really short, long or moderate. Enjoy! ~Love, Fids
