This goes out to everyone that has ever been called weird, ever been called any type of name, and has been shut out, shut in, and has felt like they just don’t belong, well this is my requiem to the little guy, my legacy to the lost girl, and my poem to the world of people that are truly what humanity should copy-cat

Pick you’re head up kid

Wipe those tears off your face

Let the world see that smile

Give em taste of not being fake

Keep your feet on the ground

And your head in the clouds

Take off all your clothes

And run the streets like you’re wild

Find a couple of weirdos

And everyone smile

Just because others label you with names

Turn it into a scrabble

And make it a game

Take them as compliments

And let them see your true gleam

The light will overwhelm them

And things will soon seem

Like what they were saying

Didn’t mean

Absolutely Anything

And then you’ll spread your wings so high

That the world won’t believe

And they’ll all say “Hey there’s that weirdo that thought he could fly”

And you’ll keep soaring and pass them by

And the World would see the epitome of originality

They’ll see that we make our own reality

And maybe one day when the world recognizes

Weirdos and freaks

Thats when Humanity will truly see

That when we make our own choices

And follow our own paths

And when we stick to ourselves

And stay exact

That the world is filled with weirdos and freaks

And those names are of dreamers

Like you, and me…..