Normal people surround me

Contorted to the ways of "Society"

Walking, talking all around me

Staring at my big coat

Looking at my blue jeans

My hair a mess in its ponytail

But I don't care

Why should I

Will it matter how I look when I'm a famous author

Or live a million miles away

I don't think so

Maybe I'm intriguing

Maybe they think I'm nuts

I still don't know

All I know is I have friends

I have my family

And I have God

That's all that matters

Someday it won't matter that they were popular in high school

What will matter is their talent

So bring it on normals

Cause this weirdo will last longer than all of you