Loner

Sitting quietly in the midst
of bustling chaos-
A tiny bubble of calm
in a whirling maelstrom.
So what if I scorn society,
Conformance,
Propriety?
I call myself a loner;
You call me strange.
Perhaps I am.
Or perhaps I am the only
Normal one and you,
All of you are weird:
With your sameness and single voice.
I relish the quiet and
Will revel in the lack of complications.
You muddle through
Bogged down by society's expectations.
I look down upon you and smile,
For I am alone
And I am free.