I am different
From the first day, they told me that my special person is okay
The things that make me unique make me special so hold them close
But what they didn't tell me is kids don't like different
Throwing rocks and stones to break your bones or maybe just your heart
In my young years, I cried and cried and just wished to be normal like the other kids
Just to fit in and stop being the weird freaky one
Because then the insults stop, then the slow burn of despair stops
Then one day or maybe over a few I realized that no matter how weird or freaky I may be
I am my different self and that's okay