Idiosyncronisation Poem by Justin Reamer

Sometimes I question my mental stability,
That in which I was born,
I question my own sanity,
For I do not even know why.
I have my own idiosyncrasies,
My habits that make me stand out,
But I rarely even notice them,
Until I see the reactions of others.
I see everyone looking at me,
With strange, disturbed looks,
And this is where I'm idiosyncratic,
Feeling socially inept.

People give me these strange looks,
As if I were insane,
It gives me a disturbing feeling,
Making me feel socially awkward.
It's not only people looking at me,
But it can also be my closest friends, too,
For they sometimes take me seriously,
When I am not serious at all.

I may say some stupid comment,
Which may be random or supposedly comical,
But my friends take me seriously,
And say, 'What the hell are you thinking? '
When I watched 'One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, '
I saw all the people in the ward,
And those patients were a lot like me,
Which gave me an instilling fear.
Do people really think I'm insane?
Do I have to clean up my act?
Do I look any different?
Could I possibly be committed?
Although I know I am different,
And this I am totally aware,
But people deem me socially inept,
And others deem me a creeper.

I do not know what to think,
But there are lots of things I am aware,
But when your teacher thinks you're different,
It makes me feel very uncomfortable.
I do not know what to think,
But I will stand ten-thousand strong,
I will do the best I can,
Just to fit in to society.
I am a rebel and a non-conformist,
But I stand for what's right,
I will do whatever I can,
In order to win the fight.