It's dangerous,
Being anomalous,
Sometimes you'll go by,
And no one will realise.
It's hard being invisible,
Because when you want to be visible,
It's harder for people to accept,
And respect.
It's such a fuss,
Being anomalous,
Being the distant one all the time,
Trying to find that easy rhyme,
Because you're out of touch,
Out of love,
Out of mind,
Being the distant one all the time.
It's not that good,
Being anomalous,
Because you have to behave,
Not eat-sleep-rave,
Or whatever,
Because I don't want that fervour.
Nonsense shush,
I like being anomalous.
YOU ARE READING
I Don't Think You Know
PoetryThis poetry book is about friendships past and present (mainly past). You don't have to relate, but I hope you do. You don't have to like it, but I hope you do. Thank you for taking the time to read any of these poems, it means a lot to me.
