Why is weird something––
...feared?
Weird is different. Weird is something else.
Weird is the brightness in laughter,
The sparkle of an eye,
That doesn't shine in others.
Weird is to wear what you want,
Love who you want,
Sing your very soul into the world,
Not expecting anything in return and
There is an extraordinarily WILD happiness to be found
In that.
I love that.
I love that I am weird.
My peculiarities make me shine,
Make others shine,
Make me shine in a sea of crystal pieces,
And an unforgiving cosmos.
Do you see this shimmer?
When I feel right about who I am,
A certain happiness about
The space I take up in this
World.
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The Ghost of an Echo: A Mad Collection of Mad Poet Poetry
PoetryAn absolutely MAD Collection of Poetry by yours truly. Spiral into outer space and ride rollercoasters of mayhem and wonder. Anxiety is real. It's time we talk about it. New poems every week! #1 in whimsy #4 in fantastical
