I am a stranger to
you,

You do not know
me,

Yet you call me an
idiot,

You call me
stupid,

You say I am
foolish,

And freakish.

I walk on my path,
to my goal,

You spit on me,

Throw stones at
me,

But you know what?
It doesn’t hurt me.

Because I know my
values of humanity.

You call me weird,

I call me unique.

You tell me to
change, to be like others,

I CANT.

Let me be me.

I know I am the
black sheep in the crowd.

And knowing that,
I am proud.

I am proud to be
different.

A day will come,

When you will see
me,

Standing against
all odds,

Standing against
fear.

Because I know
what I am inside.

Then you will
understand my worth.

That the one you
cursed,

Has been blessed.

That the one you
walked away from,

You will die to
walk with.

Because that day
you will see,

What I am in me.

You see, it is
easy being a conspirator,

It is easy being
an actor,

It is easy being a
murderer,

It is easy being a
coward,

It is easy being a
false human being,

But, it is not
easy being me…..