I feel different.
I wake up; look at my clock
Feeling my heart beat now, unlock
Pick up my bag; lift up my shoulders
Go to school feeling much colder
Smile; wave to all those I see.
Give them a protected reality
Being real; but controlling the truth
While my well-being is dying aloof.
People changing; life now draining.
Being alone in a swarm of paintings
Of people that are broken; To pieces
With problems and creases.
I stop the pain at sake of my weakness
But-
I feel different.
Made to love; not to hate.
Trying to teach unteachable slaves.
Of the world.
Running from the normal due to my purity. But lacking the ability to be an obscurity. I can't find a middle; I'm stuck in this riddle. Do I stay different from those that dwindle;
In pain.
Do I become heartless because I have so much heart left?
Do i stay adrift from what is familiar or find myself in the peculiar of honesty?
I feel different.
I think I'm ready to be different; even if that means I will be distant from what I've grown and known to love i will be better and seek above; for the new and bright spirit i hold; it weilds light that can't be sold. So I will feed it because-
I am different.
and I'm proud to be that way.
