Now I've been called all the names under the sun,every name you could possible think of,and every name stuck around like a bad smell lingering around the room
Maybe I am a freak
Maybe I am a weirdo
Maybe I am different
Maybe you just don't like thatAnd I'm sorry I'm not that normal person that walks in the halls that you give a small smile to when you pass them
Now everyone has it hard and I understand that and I understand that people struggle and experience things behind closed doors, and I'm sure we've all heard the saying you never know what goes on behind closed doors
And I'll stand by that but no one saw the way I struggle and suffered behind closed doors, how I had to learn to love myself, and how long that took, how I had to re learn things about myself and how I'm still doing that now
How long it took for me to love another part of me that came along uninvited
Maybe I am a freak
Maybe I am a weirdo
Maybe I am different to you but that's what I love about me
YOU ARE READING
I'm A Freak
Historical Fictionthis is a poem I decided to write for people to understand how others feel