I am a loner people think I'm strange,
But want me to stay the same it seems out of range,
I am different from guys but that does not mean I am gay,
I am like a red and blue squirrel hard not to notice a blue and red swirl,
I have gone postal a syco or maybe a menace,
Maybe its time I see a shrink because I hate everything,
It is time I got a new hobby or something,
But drawing is my thing I can't believe I have to give it up,
It is like a crime I am so blind to see that drawing keeps my spirits up,
To stop would be a violation a obduction of my personality,
People are going to notice I lost a part of me,
Since I am a outcast to society because I have no similarities,
To those who are considered cool that stuff is bull,
I tried to change but I am afraid to stay that way,
I might blow up my heart and become cold and will never change back is that o.k?,
I am what you call erratic I mean if I didn't eat and sleep I wouldn't be human,
I hate it when people think I retarded because the way I act it leaves me steamin,
Especialy when they dont tell me why am I that bad of a guy?,
That I am considered violent because I like to fight,
I try to be peaceful so peaceful I am outcasted because I am considered no threat,
Because I aint part of what you call sets,
I am so annoying that girls dont like neer them or even around,
Is that suppose to make my smile turn upside down well it doesnt even make me frown,
I can live alone all my life in the mountains with no wife,
Thats why I hate this planet were people are so afraid to struggle,
They are lazy these so called humans thats not even my business,
But their job is to make me lose it panic make me snap and stress,
I forgot the rest of their jobs back to me being an outcast,
Not only am I different from the people at school but also my own family,
My Mom and Dad know I am strange so I guess they hate me,
Because I am never good enough they always want to change me,
I guess I am a outcast at my own home too where do I fit in your wondering,
I fit in a place big enough for me and thats in my head.
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