Inside my mind, I know what's wrong, I know what's right
I see the moon, I see the sun, I see my life at a glance
It's full of problems, full of wear, and is missing a lot of pieces
Maybe if I were a normal person, I would of been given a chance

But the fact is that I am not normal, I don't function the same
I'd rather watch the crimson sunet than a football game
I'd rather sit out on the lawn with rain trinkling down my spine
It helps me to relax my soul, and it helps me to unwind

If you got to know me, you'd see past the bags under my eyes
You'd see I love to walk at night, and gaze at stars that tantalize
If you would look past the dark hair, and the rugged cloths
You'd see something that has a radiant glow.

What if I looked similar to all of the fake masses
Would I then be understood, or would I just vanish
If you took the time to look at me, you would love my smile
So instead of judging on first glances, why not give me a while?

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I walked to Duck's yesterday morning and I kept getting eyeballed. People kept gawking at me like I was some kind of showball. I would walk into one isle, where an elderly woman would stare blatently, I would grab my chips and move for the soda where a worker would look out of the corner of his eye like I was some sort of common known theif. I went to pay at the register, and the woman there smiled with her nose in the air. Not a genuine smile, but the kind of smile that was relieved you were about to go.
I hate being stared at, but I refuse to change myself. I love who I am, I just don't understand why my appearance reaks of "druggy, theif, loser, poor," among other things. It doesn't really bother me all that much, until I start to think about it. Then it makes me teary eyed. But I won't change myself for anybody, especially people that look the same as every other stereotypical person on earth.

- Cody.