The Strange One.A Poem by Chesney W.So what, I like being different. That's just who I am. :)People look at me like I'm disgusting, like I'm the weirdest person in the world.
People like me are scarce in the South. Just like rednecks are scarce is Hollywood.
I don't care what they think. Sticks and Stones may break my bones, and, truth be told, words hurt as well. But I deal with it.
I like being the odd ball out. The Fruitloop in a sea of Cheerios. That's just me.
I like standing out. Being different is the way I live. All the stares and surprised looks, are like a trophies to me.
My mom thinks that I'm just giving bullies something to talk about. I don't care. All of their s**t that their talking is only making me stronger. It's making me into a better person.
Sooner or later, they're gonna regret it.
Being me, is a part of me.
I'm two years into High School, known as "The Strange One" , there's no turning back now.
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1 Review Added on October 8, 2012 Last Updated on October 8, 2012 AuthorChesney W.Grove Hill, ALAboutHello, I'm Chesney Wilkerson. I'm 22 and happily married to my best friend. Most of the writings here are stuff from high school, so ignore the immaturity of it all. I went through quite a lot while I.. more..Writing
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