People Like Me

People Like Me

I've spent my years as a quiet loner
Ignoring the gossiping whispers;'oh we don't really know her'
I'm disconnectedly connected to the outside world
Quietly observing as I stay furled.
Sometimes there lies a longing to meet up
Mix with all kinds of souls and link up
But I don't know if there are people like me
Who will really understand what its like to be me

In this world of beauty and perfection
Unfair Judgment of open scars blaming your dereliction
Where there's love and respect only because of position
Scorn and shame on affluence's opposition
It takes courage be you and stay real
Honestly expressing how and what you feel
Where people will gladly accept the lie
Even if they go behind the scene to cry

Still I'm sure there might be people like me
Who will really understand what its like to be me

An extroverted introvert at day
A observant recluse all the way
Spending time representing conversations in my head on paper sheets
A place where my thoughts,cares and fears get to meet
As I have been told with the cool I do not fit in
So I stay at the door and do not try to lean in
I'm not bothered by the seeming anomaly
For there's a normal even in abnormally

So I think there may be people like me
Who will really understand what its like to be me

No this is not a call for acceptance or validation
Being alone is really no cause for trepidation
But faster and easier we rise when we are in tribes
Surrounded by a community of people with the same vibes
Where one hand uplifts another
In downtimes there's is always to lean on a shoulder
For there must certainly be people like me
Who will understand what it is like to be me