Stride

How do I become happy with just myself?
Something I ponder all of the time
Sitting watching my life upon the shelf
Day by day nothing changes, what a crime

Eternal, internal struggle and strife
Walking this planet with me alone
It has been this way all of my life
Oddity and rejection are all I've known

Being different from others makes me not worse
They shy from me and put me in fetter
So why feel I shunned only a curse
All knoweth I is I feel not better

So my chin will hold high
Will be bold with honor, fury and pride
I care not what they think, no longer shall I cry
Being different all ways and love every stride