“Get out of our way, weirdo!” they shouted,
I felt like I was being crushed under a mountain,
My heart pounded in my chest, tears came next,
I felt lonely, fallen and devastated.
They took my specs, flinging it to the ground,
All my tears melted their words into the background,
I hadn’t the will to walk another mile,
Their chains of words bound me to the soil.
Those words resounded in my mind,
So with blood and a little hurt, I would not be confined,
In the barriers of their words- no longer a loner too,
No longer being stung by words, punches and shoes.
So that night, when the stars glowed,
“Weirdo!” in my ears was what echoed,
The night sky sneered at me,
It seemed to resonate, “Fatty! Fatty!”
The horizon was caliginous, like my soul,
If only someone said a few words to console,
If someone had said to me that I was not-
‘Weird, lunatic and lost.’
That I was more than a lock without a key,
That you might think I’m weird,
but that does not define me,
That I was a slave of your words
but could always be free.
However hard I tried,
I couldn’t become one of you,
Because I was weird and wonderful,