Strange.

You know...
Being different
Is the simplest hard-task there is.

Because its not that
You are trying to be abnormal
It's not that you asked for it
You just simply are
Regardless of how you try to
Look like they do
Act like they do
Live like they do

But the humble and honest truth
Is that you cant
And you wont

You'll be given names
Besides your own...
Immature
Ridiculous
Childish
Unwanted
Unneeded
Incapable
Unbearable

And in due time
Your name fades
Until the ones you hoped would love you
Despite this strange stranger that dwells within you
Will stop to do so.

And you're left with nothing
But the anger
The disturbance
The guilt of looking at yourself in the mirror
And wondering where you went wrong

Do they not listen to you?
Do they not want your happiness?
Do they not think of anything else but themselves?

You could die trying to find out the answers.

But I can tell you this

Be different
Be strange
Be the person you would want to be

But more importantly

Love the strange
Love the different
Love your strange
Love your difference.

Because in the end of the day
The only one that gets to see you
For who you are
Is yourself.