When your whole is more than your parts
and your imagination takes you away,
And some of You shouldn't see the day,
What else is there to do?

Carry on like nothing happens,
Act as though it doesn't exist?
Deny the very behavior,
Your psyche cannot resist?

Embrace your obscurity?
Wear your weirdness like a badge?
Celebrate the extreme absurdity
that will become your cage?

I cannot say for certain
What I plan to do
The only thing left is to hypothesize
and move on and raise your chin.

"It's a harsh world," They say
As if we didn't know.
"And you do not fit the mold."
"Just pretend to follow the status quo"

Are you offended by these words?
The ones that outright deny you?
Who you are, What you are,
has never been accepted.

So what do you make of this reality?
Or did you make your own?
Do you defer to insanity?
What do you think of what you've been shown?