I am sorry I didn’t turn out
The way you always wanted
I knew I wouldn’t make the cut
I am that piece that doesn’t fit right
I am that weirdo that doesn’t think straight

I am the odd one, the misfit
An ant that admires the skies
Society labelled me a hypocrite
Diagnosed my talents as disorders
Judging me, thinking I would be defeated

I know I am not the perfect fit
But my imperfections are beautiful
My cracks shine all the light
People always stare
But I really don’t care
What you see is rare
Pure talent from the core

You draw the line
I colour outside the line
I make my own uniqueness
People say it’s craziness
But it birthed my happiness