Back to the norm

Don’t want to be

Back to reality

Alone again

Self is my friend

Difference is beautiful yet rare

Does any one really care?

Forced to keep things to self

Like texts on a bookshelf

Are called stiff and cold

Unwilling to see your gold

Refusal to admire true essence

That lies beneath the presence

Of what uniqueness stand for

Many assume it’s a “bore”

Since it’s not part of the norm

Leaving some to brainstorm

Reasons many don’t follow

The trends and the shallow

Scratching heads, wondering

Constant “huhs” and asking

Why can’t you be more like…?

Stand in protest, strike

Against what norm says

And proudly say, “Who cares?”

Because you are you, I am me

Happiness within self is key