There are some who might call me weird,
But really, who decides Weird and Normal?
Is there some golden judge in the sky,
Dragging beliefs, interests, appearances into two separate piles?
Is there a secret code,
Telling me to believe this and that,
For fear of being unusual?
No, weird is someone else's opinion.
And one of the great things about being human,
Is that we can form our own opinions.
So that means,
If I think that something is interesting,
But it isn't to you,
You don't get to tell me "That's weird."
Sure, you can think that, and I won't blame you,
But vocalizing that is unnecessary.
If anything, standing up and supporting myself,
makes me the bigger person,
Even as you fight to make me smaller.