I've always been the odd one out
And it makes me full of doubt
My family like different things
Like the news, and words that sting
I love stories, and words that rhyme
Food and travel, and heroes who climb.
They don't like it one bit
That I am not their perfect fit
I have to tread on eggshells
It makes life a living hell
They say I am a waste of time
But this life, is always mine.
I will try to be strong
Even if I am wrong
And I will like, laugh, love
With nothing to prove.
Christopher about 2 years ago
Nice one, Sarah.