You’ll wake up in the morning just a little bit early, and wonder why,
Different thoughts and voices scream at you in your mind,
You’ll try to shake them all away, but will have no luck,
My son you are different,
You eat and drink but not like everyone else, you won’t enjoy it like them,
Your body hungers for more,
My boy you are different,
Clothes do not fit you anymore, when you move they rip and tear,
People look at you and see something unfamiliar,
Because you are different,
Your voice is deeper, when you yell it’s more of a roar, scaring away your fear,
You’re so different,
Your eyes have changed color since this morning,
Now they are different,
How does your heart beat inside your chest,
I bet that’s different,
When night comes and the dark clouds move away,
You howl at the moon like you are calling home,
Now you will stay different.
-Matthew Bundy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Story of my life man.