Out of Place.
Im an outsider looking in.
Why do you stare at me that way?
Is it because I dont look like you,
Talk like you are act like you?
Or maybe because I choose to stand out.
Then I guess I dont belong in this world you call normal.
If there was a place for people like me.
Anti-social, loners, and others who feel out of place.
What would it be like?
Would they stare at me the way you do?
Or accept me for who I am.
Would they criticize me for what I like to do, my carrer choices, my likes and dislikes, like you do?
No, they would accept me for who I am and would become.
The world that I speak of is located where only I can see is.
Somewhere secret.
Where only I can escape to.
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