Lost at Sea

Everyday I look
At the world around;
Full of smiling faces,
I find my life profound.

Why am i different
In this ocean of duplicates?
This world is my origin,
Yet I've learned only to hate.

Can I not be the same
As the fish that swim by?
Or will I always be the flounder,
Watched by silent eyes?

Do I betray myself
When I try to fit in?
It's always so evident
I swim with foreign fins.

I've heard many times,
Acceptance takes time.
Yet what I want to know,
Will I finally catch that line?

I swim against the current
When everyone's the opposite;
I'd rather stand out strong
If everyone'll end up treating me different.