School, church, gym, home,
Why don’t I fit in with these people, these clones?
If people are clones, then what am I?
If I’m so different, do I have the same rights?
I feel tied down, so stuck on this path,
Only a prisoner, to feel these people’s wrath.
But am I the true prisoner, or is it they?
They are the stuck ones, stuck in cliché!
I am free to choose my own life!
I am unique, free to decide!
I may be an ‘outcast’, but that’s just to them,
Only God’s opinion matters, and I’m loved by Him.
We are all different, that’s how it’s meant to be,
No two snowflakes are ever the same, and neither are we.
Poetry
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These days just being human, your an outcast…I can relate, thank u for sharing!!