What's normal to you is perplexing to me
What you see as strange is my daily ruitine
I watch all the glares you think I don't see
I'd like you to stop, but I know you won't be
It's sad, it's a shame, it's truly a waste
That your body remains, still taking up space
That you continue to breathe your spitefull breath
All the years of hatred-can you give it a rest?
You're society, the'in-crowd', the popular few
That fail to realize us outcasts are here too
So from your mouth when hatred is fleeing
Just remember: we're not really being different, We're just different beings
TheSilent Loudness
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/being-different-3/