The Different - Poem by James Grengs
Look at him.
They stare, not understanding.
Others laugh at him,
Not I, for I see in him
Something no one else can see.
I see in him the normalcy
The rest of the world has abandoned.
He is different, but I think
That that is good,
Being different from this crowd.
Laugh on, cruel world-
Mock true normalcy,
Lose the truth in life.
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