Is it weird that I don't like being awake when others are asleep around me?
Is it weird that I don't watch TV?
Is it weird that I know what people see when they see me?
Is it weird that I rarely know why I'm angry?
Is it weird that most people don't get me?
Is it weird that I hate only a few?
Is it weird that I have always written, even when I was stupid?
Is it weird that I seem older than I am?
Is it weird that I hide where people can see me?
Is it weird that people think they know me but really don't?
Is it weird that I'm anxious, awkward, and shy at the same time?
Is it weird that I read books to escape?
Is it weird that I hate Sundays?
Am I weird? Is everyone?

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The First Fifty Pages Of Me by Nailinthewall
PoetryThis is all the weird things I think and what I will never say. And my personal journey in my last year of school.