I AM AN ABNORMALLY
I have learnt this since I was born,
Since the first breath went through my lungs and came out through my nose, and I am forced to learn this when I was too quiet to talk at all.
But in my head, the thoughts ran wild.I AM AN ABNORMALLY
And I was shown this when I did not understand
Why people care so much about wealth and possessions
When I decided there was more to life than simply money
When I wanted more than anything to make a difference.I AM AN ABNORMALLY
They tell me this because I am quiet and not loud,
Because I prefer to listen instead of talk,
When I wanted to live my life differently.But they tell me I am UNIQUE and I am SPECIAL. They tell me that they won't judge me; that being able to listen is a quality they want to have. Yet they push me away when I try and call me WEIRD and DIFFERENT.
They tell me I am one of those people everyone wants-yet they push me aside and brand me STRANGE.
I AM AN ABNORMALLY
I am showed I am TOO SENSITIVE ,
They call me CRAZY and INSANE. They call me an OUTSIDER.
Because I am WEIRD and STRANGE; DIFFERENT and ABNORMAL.I AM AN ABNORMALLY.
[I wrote this because this is me. And my definition** of abnormal are the bolded words and as it turns out... Abnormal isn't so bad.]
[**I define abnormal this way because perhaps people have called me those words over the years. Oh well.]

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