why?

 
such a selfish soul
looking for a way out
the heart of me knows better you can't change your core
you can be an actor but the truth of you will sing louder

the world doesn't like me much and it hurts

I don't like myself in some regards
for the most part however this has been learned
to reject in myself what others don't like

still, today I remain me
reclusive on my part
I love nature
I love my Father
he tells me he wanted one like me
and there is nothing to alter

I walk with him in the garden
I look at his creation and converse with him
I turn things over in my mind
I make my observations
we discuss my findings

I ask him why I'm such an odd duck?

I feel an outcast
he questions would I have as much time for him otherwise
he is my companion I am his

I turn the world over in my head
and ask why?