The Little Different Beat

I guess I always walked at a little different beat,

Then those around me, 

Like a polar bear in the heat, 

I never seemed to fit in, you see,

Singing a melody different from them, 

And dancing in my own way. 

 

The notes of my dreams make a song, 

and the rests of my thoughts make the chorus, 

I sing lound and strong, 

Even when all say, "Come and join us," 

As I write my own melody and song, 

And show them all who I really am. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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