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Why do we judge?
What really is normal?
My opinions wont nudge,
I'll never be normal
Wierd is defined as odd,
I am as well,
I prefer to be odd.
Soon I will hear a bell,
That will determine why,
It will describe,
My version of 'just try',
And out will come my horrible vibe.
Some will be scared,
Some will be curious
Why no one cared,
That I was furious.
With myself,
I hate people judging.
As they think to theirself,
"Why isnt her opinion nudging?"
Why?
They ask alot of things,
Like why I cry,
These are secrets things.
They can't know everything,
They wotn be truly happy,
Until my death bird does sing,
That my life was crappy.