I have always been different from other people. It became clear as i became older that i wasnt part of the crowd and could never be no matter how much i wished for it. If only people appreciated me for my differences then maybe i could have had more friends. Maybe i would have been invited to a birthday party or two. Maybe i wouldnt have been an outcast. I just wanted to be normal. But now that i know the truth about who i truly am then being different isnt all that bad because i finally got to meet you. The one who brought color into my dull world.