The normal teenager drinks and smokes
Maybe to lessen their sorrows
But me, I sit and read and cry for other people's pain
I'm not normal and I get self concious
About the fact I'm a freak
I'm an outcast, a misfit, I just don't belong
Sometimes I wish I wasn't me
But then I rejoice 'cause I'm free
But to have someone who always has your back
I can't help but rejoice that I have that
So should I change to fit in to society
And follow crowds with pity
I sometimes wish that I was normal But what fun is that?
DAKOTA TYLER
Copyright © 2011 by Dakota S. Tyler. All rights reserved. Written 15/04/2011. Published 05/11/2011.