odd

 
I wonder if God loves me he doesn't have to after all?

they say love yourself first
but the world has taught me to hate myself
asking me to change at my core level

I don't even recognize myself as human
because the way I operate is so different
my mind never quiets
it just keeps thinking and observing

I hear people in my mind
they say that's how we communicate
I ask others do they hear them too but they don't
so I wonder who these others are

even while sleeping my mind spins
taking me to places I don't remember ever seeing
I meet a strange group of people I've never met
but I somehow I know
it is an odd thing to be me

love myself it's a beautiful thing to believe in
and I think it would be easier
if I didn't always feel like the outsider looking in