Am I weird?

Am i weird?
is something wrong with me?
I love so many things
that leave others empty.

Others are scared of the dark,
but the dark is where I find peace
I love when there's a thunder storm
Others want the rain to decrease.

is it wrong to be different?
is it wrong to want to be alone?
Being normal is boring.
why would i want to be someone else, when i can be my own.

But that doesn't stop the stares
when i walk through the mall
in my black tutu
they make me feel so damn small!

I am different
but that doesn't mean somethings wrong with me
but its hard to think that way
in world that they all think the same as she