Weird
They called me weird
And I was like "oh no, I'm outed. I'm not normal"
All I wanted to be was normal
This is a death sentence feeling in my youth
It was a really troublesome feeling
I met new people, try to fit in
But I would never fit in
Then I grew older
Met some people who proclaimed "we are weird"
And they loved themselves
I thought I could finally "fit in"
After all, people said I was weird
And I really wanted to love myself too
So on the last realization
I was not the same kind of weird
I still felt so alone
I am never going to fit in anywhere
I am never going to feel true belonging
The more I tried to belong
The more I wasn't myself
Weird is just a word
Who are you calling it?
Why bother labeling yourself?
How can we ever be an adjective?
We do things described by adjectives.
Finally I stopped caring
I am me!











