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Outcast
Don’t look at me like I’m crazy.
What if I am crazy?
Defying what’s popular.
Not just for the fun of it.
Because it’s who I am.
Standing out only when I’m judged.
Different isn’t even the word.
More like authentic.
Or maybe distinguishable is better.
I tried to fit in when I was little.
It never worked.
I never embraced who I was.
Maybe that was the problem.
I wasn’t happy with who I was.
It kept reoccurring.
I couldn’t find the key to peace.
I kept searching outside of myself.
Asking everyone but myself who I was.
Then I had to realize that I had to look inside.
Fighting these demons.
I was and still am my own demon
As I beat this demon
My confidence grew.
Girls attention helped me fight.
But they do say the same thing that builds you up can break you down.
I turned into a cheater.
That’s not me.
A liar.
Only if it was necessary.
I was losing myself again.
Losing my balance.
Stumbling.
Like a running back trying to stay up.
I would know I played running back in high school.
But back to the topic.
I’m finally understanding who I am.
I love hard.
I fall fast.
I give my all.
But I do lose attention.
Keep my attention.
Don’t let me look at them.
Let me look at you.
Let me listen to you.
Let them tell me I’m crazy.
Because I am.
Sane yet crazy.
Created in his image.
He made me this way for a reason.
So let me embrace what he made.
To fulfill my purpose.
Outcast with a purpose.
Guess we’ll have to wait and see
What my purpose is.
