Why is it me that you would fear?
Because I’m one the world cannot steer?
That I walk a path that’s truly mine?
That it’s freedom that’s brought me here?
My way is my own,
While I reject the norm.
You only see a fault,
In my singular form.
For what reason would you find me strange?
‘Cause for no other I’ll rearrange?
That my life can be lived alone?
That from others I remain estranged?
No other is a fit,
For me and a tight knit.
You see loneliness,
And refusal to commit.
What part of me might cause your concern?
Perhaps a mind set free to discern?
That I reject that which can’t be proven?
That all superstition have I spurned?
My mind is unique,
Maybe not what you seek.
You simply disagree,
You’re curiously piqued.
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