Weird

I'm fucking weird and I know it

I feel it but I can't show it

Sometimes I can't feel anything except

What I'm trying to hold onto

But what am I holding onto?

I was never taught how to smile

There's a divide between us

Because of your thin slice judgments 

And my lack of common sense

Which I'm grateful for

Because sense that's common is madness

If I don't keep my own 

What will I have to guide me home?

I never speak more than 5 words to those who aren't willing to listen

I'll never show my true colors to those who aren't willing to see

Because who is blind here, really?

I would offer you a nice reflection

Something easy and pretty to look at

Something expected

Except your words get distorted along with your intentions

When most other people see your persona

I see a broken filter

A prism shooting sunbeams off in too many different directions

Where am I supposed to focus?

You think I'm not playing with a full deck

But you refuse to put down the game

Maybe we're not the same

I'm the threat, the leper, the Other

But it's strange, because you see,

There's no reason to hide from me

Our thoughts might be different 

But in this life we forget that essentially 

We're fucking weird

We are the same