The Atrium

Freaks Alike

I wore my plaid in elementary

Donned my headphones

Carrying my tunes with me

You with your curls

 Struggling to play the flute

Weren’t like the other girls

Never fitting into any niche

Picking the better social group

Never knowing which

Glancing and passing

In the crowded halls

Avoiding the pricks; always harassing

We didn’t have our labels

Or the confidence for this world

Just stacks of homework on the tables

We were the freaks

The outsiders peering in

Others would call us geeks

But we had our own names

And we soon had each other

No care for their little games

Didn’t know you would be my wife

My best friend

We were always freaks alike