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Normally weird
Why fit in when you out fit?
Why stand in when you can out stand?
Questions, too much time on my hands.
No answers,
lies I told swirling in my head like dancers,
sensual and hypnotic,
being a star has become my only tonic
I'm weirdly normal,
and normally weird, how abnormal.
Should I stay in my own skin?
Or should I become someone else again?
Nah, I like this me,
weird has become the new normality
Not used to this confession thing,
but I really love the peace it does bring.
I'm a freak, the odd man out,
but if we're being honest, I choose to be stout
in my oddity,
truly becoming a commodity.
Irreplaceable, one of a kind,
no way another me you will find.
I'm weirdly normal,
and normally weird, how abnormal.
Should I stay in my own skin?
Or should I become someone else again?
Nah, I like this me,
weird has become the new normality
Truth is always the first to die,
when we choose to lie,
hiding our unusual behavior.
Desperately clinging to our social savior,
let go and be free I say,
be a weirdo everyday!
I'm weirdly normal,
and normally weird, how abnormal.
Should I stay in my own skin?
Or should I become someone else again?
Nah, I like this me,
weird has become the new normality
Why stand in when you can out stand?
Questions, too much time on my hands.
No answers,
lies I told swirling in my head like dancers,
sensual and hypnotic,
being a star has become my only tonic
I'm weirdly normal,
and normally weird, how abnormal.
Should I stay in my own skin?
Or should I become someone else again?
Nah, I like this me,
weird has become the new normality
Not used to this confession thing,
but I really love the peace it does bring.
I'm a freak, the odd man out,
but if we're being honest, I choose to be stout
in my oddity,
truly becoming a commodity.
Irreplaceable, one of a kind,
no way another me you will find.
I'm weirdly normal,
and normally weird, how abnormal.
Should I stay in my own skin?
Or should I become someone else again?
Nah, I like this me,
weird has become the new normality
Truth is always the first to die,
when we choose to lie,
hiding our unusual behavior.
Desperately clinging to our social savior,
let go and be free I say,
be a weirdo everyday!
I'm weirdly normal,
and normally weird, how abnormal.
Should I stay in my own skin?
Or should I become someone else again?
Nah, I like this me,
weird has become the new normality
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