Weirdo

All my life I grew up trying to fit in and be someone I'm not. Tried to be a cool kid, didn't work, tried being goth, didn't work. Finally in highschool I found out who i was. I'm a Weirdo.

They call me weird, they call me strange.

I don't care, It's only a name.

Emerald baring Taurus, that is who I am.

Proud, Stubborn, and Tough.

Your words don't hurt.

I've heard them all before.

I learned to like myself, for who i am.

For what i am, the black sheep.

I am Different, I am Strange, I am Weird.

And i like it.

Reviews

[Aswin R Prasad]

Such a confident poem.. I could feel the confidence in you while reading each line of the poem and for me that's the greatest success of a writer which is to convey what they feel through their writings! :)
And you definitely did that!

Keep up the great work! :)

[Wolfwind Words]

It's an amazing feeling when one realizes that they are okay with themselves. When the words and opinions of others loosen their opressive grip and one can breath deeply the air that they can truly enjoy. I really like how this poem is filled with a time tested wisdom and with the strength that can help others over the hill in their own battle to be okay with who they are.

Great Ink!

[KLH]

Thank you very much. It really does take self expierience to fully undersand coming to terms with yourself. I mean sure everyone has things they don't like about them selves that's normal. What's not is not liking yourself for who you truely are, your "NATURAL" self One can simply not stop "being" them selves no matter how hard they try. So instead of focusing all your time and effort trying to be something else, something your not. Embrace Yourself For Who You Are. You'll find out it's a lot easier.

[Ewen A Morrison]

Thank you 'Weirdo' - for both your weirdly enjoyable poem; and to thank another weird poet! Perhaps reading poetry would be more interesting...if there were more of us?!