The weird ones...

Do you know how it feels,
To be strange and alone.
To be the only one,
Who gets the point…

To be the one who looks,
Beyond the lines of reason,
And be able to dream,
To sing and to hymn,
To be,
Stranger than the crowd around,
To be looked and laughed upon,

I met one today,
Sitting there,
In the corner of my mind,
Shrouded in dark, shunning all the light,
And attention,

He said I fear the light,
For there’s someone ready to show,
How bad I look, how good he is,
and how I don’t fit in…

And do they know,
that when they try,
to show me their light,
they take me off my path,
and they kill the one inside,
me…

I have asked myself,
over a million times,
why is it so difficult,
to be left the way I am

Why cant’s they let go off me,
why there’s always someone around,
ready with an answer,
to the questions I never ask…