Their Very Nature

I am not human- how can I be?
When everyone else is so different to me,

I disagree with all their loose morals,
I see not point in their silly quarrels,

It's so hard to find someone who thinks God is real,
So difficult to understand the way that they feel,

Is it so weird that I never drink?
That I don't take drugs, and instead stop and think,

I want to be faithful to my perfect guy,
I don't want to cheat, and I don't want to lie,

I want strong foundations to house my ambition,
I won't let my dreams simply lead to perdition,

Why do I cry when people do wrong?
Does that make me weak, or does that make me strong?

It's as though I'm abnormal for just being me,
Will I ever be human- or always be free?