Eccentric

I guess it is self explanatory.

I live this life of mine day by day not caring what happens or how it comes to be.

I live this day not thinking of the past, the future, or the present.

I drift in space alone and confused about this world that surrounds me.

I become singled out of the crowd by others.

I am scrutinized and talked about. 

I am humiliated by my peers and hurt by my family.

I pray but am losing faith for my prayers seem to fall next to me not being noticed therefore not answered.

I have been given many special things that are bragging rights for me in the minds of the other.

I am not like others and shunned because of that.

Friends are like myths to me.

I am sad always and angry forever.

I will never figure out this thing called happiness if life always stays this cruel to me.

I want to be forgiven and never forgotten.

I will change lives, for I am eccentric.

Reviews

[Shalena Taylor]

I wrote this when I was 13 or 14.

[Crusaderscross]

This poem is quite sad but at the same time, I feel that thesubject is quite content being different. The only thing is you have to forget the parasites that hurt people. Really good write.