Left Out

Whenever you look at me,

you turn away in fear.

I'm no different from you,

I wish someone would hear.

You think I'm strange,

and that will never change.

But deep inside I'm searching,

for a way out of this mess.

I won't be sad,

I won't be mad,

I wont cry and,

I won't die.

Even though I'm left out...

I'll look on the bright side.

At least I'm not normal,

That's what I'll say.

But yet I still wonder,

If you feel the same way.