I am odd, I am new
I wonder if you are too
I hear voices in the air
I see you don't and that's not fair
I want to not feel blue
I am odd, I am new
I pretend that you are too
I feel like a boy in outerspace
I touch the stars and feel out of place
I worry what others might think
I cry when people laugh, it makes me shrink
I am odd, I am new
I understand now that so are you
I say: "I feel like a castaway."
And dream of a day that's okay
I try to fit in
I hope some day I do
I am odd, I am new
~Benjamin~
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PoetryI don't know what this is. It's poems that I have written. It's poems that I didn't write. It's old poems. It's new poems. It's happy poems. It's sad poems... Actually, just mainly sad poems.