Odd is good.
But others don't care.
They see you there,
And just don't care.
They turn their backs,
And ignore it all.
All of the difference you have caused.
Or wait a second,
Maybe they do.
Because they never stop
pestering you.
Peer over their shoulders,
And watch you from far,
Locking you in their sight.
They do care after all
They cared about odd
The odd you caused,
And now they watch.
Watch you carefully,
Acting a lot.
They are jealous of your
difference.
They care about your odd
Since they have none.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
Poetry"The universe kissed the stars, who birthed a galaxy of new beginnings." The only way to express beautiful and cynical thoughts is through the delightful invention of simple, and yet complex, poetry. My poems never end, have no defined theme and st...
