Two Oddballs Are Better Than A Hundred Conformists.

Sometimes the way they'd look at me
would tend to drive me crazy,
but now-a-days, I just look back,
and smile at their insecurities;
at their immense stupidity.
Oh, but now I know I'm so much better.

I used to scream inside my head,
and cry sometimes at night in bed,
fighting words I'd wish to say,
but held them back during each day.
Now I've found the raging will,
to carry on and make the kill,
to end the words that hurt me so.
Oh, I found the will to let them know,
just how I've always felt.

Now that I've got you by my side,
I've no longer had the need to cry,
but merely gained the guts inside,
to stand up to their torturous eyes.

When they look at me, I just look back,
and I smile at their weak attack,
because I know that I am better,
and I know they're hardly held together.
They've got ripping seams that fall apart,
rusted safety pins, and blackened hearts.
While we, yes we are different,
we won't let their words be meant
as anything other than empty words,
that fill our ears, but not our minds,
yes we, we are the special kind.

Thank you for showing me I'm better.
Thank you for showing me you're better.

Sarah Gammon ©
30/01/07

This is a spin off of LonelyKnight's poem "Them". Check it out.
I love you, too.
Thank you for reading -xxx-.