Being Different

Is it really that bad to be different?

To stand out from everyone else and be you?

That doesn't sound bad if you ask me, yet everyone looks at me weird and criticizes me

Am I really that bad?

Am I such a bad person that being me is now wrong?

Is simply being, wrong?...

I don't get it? Why does it matter?

It feels so much better being free, so why be a slave?

Free to roam the world

Free to create

To enjoy

To still be a kid

And live...

So, people don't like me

A lot of people

Sometimes, even my own brother!

My brother of all people...

I know he hides it

They all do

The look they give to outsiders

To freaks

To people who don't belong

Yet, when I look at others, all I see is suffering

So why? Why is I so hard to be free?

And why is it so hard to be a slave?

Isn't the path of the slave supposed to be easier?

Then why?

Is it really so bad being... different?

Give it a try and who knows?

It just might be the thing that will set you free