Weirdos
I look at you
They look at me
You look away
Why?
I'm not awful
I don't hurt others
I have friends
Right?
Aren't I supposed to be considered as normal?
You are
I am
I think
Unless we are all weirdos
That would be different.
Are you weird?
Problably
They stare at you now
You don't make eye contact
I pity you
Now I am of a higher rank
And you have fallen far below
Goodbye
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