Rebel

You stand to the side askance
Tilt head to gawk at normal
Boys and girls, and wonder what it is
That blinds them. Your fist raised high
To shake at skies too bright
And minds too dull, is a punch
At the light you use to see. Your hair
Spikes like bolt strikes, like you need
To stand out, like you need us to know
You are your own you. You are.
Who needs proof but you?
You scream at the gloam like
Volume wakes the sun.
You mope in off-toned shades
Trying to hide in a mob of nodding heads,
But you can’t stand out
When all you stand for is
Different for different’s sake.

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