by Andy

Sinister and hopeful
Dark, yet full of light
Mystery hangs about
Unknown to the world

Clad in black
Holding pen in hand
Writing foreign words
Taking in the surroundings

Hair falling in wisps
Always sitting alone
Sipping at a latté
Dreaming into space

I am the one you laugh at
The one who's whispered about
The girl who's so different
The one who never fit in

And yet I am the happiest
Not run by cliques or clichés
Swaying to my own drumbeat
Content with who I am

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