Happy To Be Different
I am different.
At times, even belligerent
Not the usual teen
More grown up and a bit more than fourteen
I can't make sense of the world around me
And try to be the best that I can be
To me, it is all just a big game
But, why am I to blame?
I am gifted.
From my set course I've drifted
I try not to show it half the time
And here I am writing this rhyme
I am easily angered
Yes, I do know I'm the nonstandard
A single word I say comes out cruel
It's not something I mean to be
But I am Me
Different I Shall be forever
Because no ones ever the same
As the other
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