Anomaly
In life I have been asked a lot of questions. "What are you?" It wasnt until recent years found my answer now when I get asked the question I answer:
I am an anomaly, an abnormal illusion to the human eye.
I am eccentric, constantly changing and I couldn't feel better.
Life isn't easy but it doesn't stop for anyone, so why should I?
I am a lone star in a typical sky.
I dont fit in with anyone not with "Normal" guys or other gay guys really
but I dont mind
I am an artist . I sing no matter where I may be
because singing is my anchor it keeps me gently floating in my part of the worlds ocean not moving
I am an atypical melody that sparks insanity and wildness.
Im an oddity, a quirk, a rarity that sticks ount among the rest
Not exactly anything precious or special persay but peculiar, and abnormal
And I like it like that. Because, normalcy is a policy that does not fit me
I was not meant to be another typical face within the earths records
I may not alway be shiny but I'm always noticed.
I'm a token of little value to many who cannot see what they think of me .
but call me whatever you may think you can
Fag, weirdo, maniac, queer, and anything else you may imagine
I am special to myself and even though I am not your typical "normal " guy,
I have the best view of life ; The view with variety and that is what makes me me.
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.