Me♥
You me call me strange, different, unusual, or anything you want.
But I’m just me there’s no one word to describe it.
So you can look me up and down and make your judgement.
But no one but me truly knows what fits.
I am strange I like to look beyond the horizon.
I do like to make you turn your head in wonder.
If I was normal it just wouldn’t be the same.
I enjoy the inconsitent surprise like that of a loud thunder.
If it bothers you look another way.
I enjoy being who I am, though so don’t understand me.
I do maybe you think that I haven’t found myself.
When actually I just don’t like being connected to others seams.
So look at me make an idea but it won’t affect me.
I keep walking my walk and keep being the strange mystery.
To some I may be strange, to others they may love me.
But no matter what, I am who I am, the rest is history.