People say I’m beautiful

My mother says I’m kind

My friend says I’m strange

Than I ask her why

She says I’m obedient when ever I do something

She says I’m weird when I chew my pencil or pen in class

She says I like to wonder, to go to a different land

She says I like to stare in space and not care

She says I’m cute when I wonder about everyone

She says I’m strange, I’m not like the other kids

And I do like it in some way

Cause that means I’m different

And not plain