All my life
I have been different
A freak
A weirdo
A loser
And all my life
All I've ever wanted
Was someone like me
Another loser
Another weirdo
Another freak
Sometimes
I find someone
Someone I think,
Could be like me
But every time
Every time
I'm too weird for them
Or they're just as weird
Just not my type of weird
Or it could be a perfect situation
They're my kinda weird
I'm their kinda weird
But they don't like me
It always never works out
Which is why
I will always
Always
Be
Alone
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Josefina, I like this though it does smack of self-pity, not the most attractive of emotions. Your line breaks and stanzas and plain diction work well. If you'd like, check out my new website: jeffersoncarterverse.com Let me know how you like it. Yrs, JC