Michael James Kennedy Findlay
Looking Down - Poem by Michael James Kennedy Findlay
Looking down upon the world, I am an alien
Looking at people who are not like me
They see things differently, they think differently
Am I that different, I am the same species
Why am I singled out with many others because of our view of the world?
Why do people think were weird, not normal?
Is it because they have not seen that different is not always bad
Tell me why it has to be cruel as this
Why do they want to cure us of the way we are, change us to there own personalised view of the world
Would it be better, no, would it be more interesting, no,
I look down upon the world
Why are we so different?
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