Monday, July 25, 2011

The Way I Look At Things

By: E.G
Eyes, stare, eyes.
As the world looks, I look back.
All the people stare in despair towards me.
Only towards me because I am the only one who is unusual.
Unusual in what way? Only those people know.
They always want me to calm down. Why?
I’m natural. Including the trees, water, and all nature.
You don’t tell anyone else but me.
I won’t tell you. Does anything seem different when I tell you this?
No. Shaking head. No.
Plain “no” is all I get out of you.
You defend that but you don’t defend me.
Well, why don’t you?
Did I do something to hurt you? To make you have a strong dislike on me?       
You always say, “Get over it!”
Will you “Get over it” if I tell you to?
Differences. Similarities. Differences.
I guess I will just have to be the odd number because there are no more even numbers left for me.

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