To be weird means being different and unusual
It means being haunted by the insecurities that will always follow
Like knives thrown and aimed at your exposed self
The fear of the blades piercing through your flesh
The blades of social judgement and prejudice.
To be weird means going against the crashing waves
The force that will hold you down
And tell you how to be yourself
Like a thin blade of ice piercing through your mind
A force that compels to define your being.
It took a while to identify this desire to break free
Break free from this stone box labeled “normal”
A stranger inside me stirred to life
Rebelling against my layers of “normalcy”.
Free of chains that had once bound my entire body
Each cell repelling the idea of ordinary
Giving way to my weird and freaky
To be weird is not holding back
It is throwing away that hesitation
And painting colors of your portrait
It is taking charge of the canvas of your own life.
Creativity drives me to be different
How amazing it is to be this person.
And letting go of my weirdness
Means you’re asking my permission
To rob me of my individuality
I refuse to wash away all my colors leaving the canvas blank.
Why is it so important to fit in?
Why is it so important to be normal?
Fitting in makes me feel like I’m willing to be compelled to nihility
So that the world can cramp me in a box with everyone else.
Different is Change
Change is Fear
Fear is Scare
But this difference in me has never been a flaw
And there is no shame in being this stranger
Never have, never would be.