Sometimes

Sometimes, I wonder,

What is really wrong with me.

My friends say I'm weird,

But in a good way.

 

Others say I'm a nut case.

And in their eyes,

I'm no good for them.

Not good enough for this society.

 

Sometimes, I wonder,

Why people are the way they are.

If what goes on in their mind

Is something bigger than the world.

 

But in all reality,

No one is better than anyone else.

We all have our quirks,

The silly things we do.

 

Sometimes, I wonder,

If life is meant to be this way.

With some people with their heads up too high.

And others just trying to get by.

Sometimes I really do wonder....