To those who wish to be like everybody else.

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I wish I could say

I’ve been writing

Since I was three

But I would like

To tell you the truth

And the truth would be

I’ve been writing

Since I was one

I would see my mother’s pen

And make scribbles

On the walls

She would find me

With my tongue out

And my hand on my head

I was sitting there

In concentration

Trying to figure

Out where the bunny

Was going to go next

And where the turtle

With the coffee in hand

Was going to find his kids

I had a head full of ideas

But nowhere to put them

And that’s why my mommy

Would find me later that day

Crying my eyes out

Because my head was too full.

I was not a normal baby

But then either was Frankenstein.

And so what if I’m to weird

For the weird kids at school?

Who cares if I don’t even fit in

With the computer nerds?

Who cares if my life is full of

My guidance counselor telling me

That it’s ok to talk

My parents begging me

To come to the read world

My non-friends

Looking at me

Like I’m an alien to the aliens

I wish I could tell you

That it really doesn’t matter

But I would like

To tell you the truth

And the truth would be

I really want to

Fit in.

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