If I am wrong, I don't want to be right
Their common sense makes no sense in my mind
Being called crazy because I refuse their logic
Being labeled as someone foolish
I can see in their eyes
I have seen it multiple times
It's true real genius can't be understood
To them, I have some screw loose
How can the opinions of the majority
Dictate and be imposed on the minority
Loneliness, judgment, isolation
Constraint, resentments, corruption
An addition can result in a reduction
I understand them
But won't acknowledge them
I protest, I am the rebel
I feel their anger
They see me as a danger
Still looking for answers
I am the stranger
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KRYS
PoésieWe all want to be different yet accepted We all want to be unique yet fit in I am who I am, past, future and present I am krys. Small poems about myself, what makes me me. Krys the good and the bad, the poet, lover, human, and monster. Behind every...
