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You Know
I’m my own kind of crazy
 And anyway,
 What is normal?
 Just a matter of opinion,
 If you ask me
 Which you won’t,
 Because you’re scared
 I’m too weird,
 Too alien,
 Too one of a kind for you
 Or your friends,
 Or anyone in the world,
 For that matter…
 
 Thank you,
 For taking the time,
 I know you’re busy,
 What with your soccer
 Games,
 Your dancing lessons,
 And your pre-scheduled play-dates
 If that’s even a word,
 As someone in a book I once read 
 Said
 I forget which book…
 
 Ah, you’re still here
 Looking at me in stunned silence…
 
 Y’know,
 You’re quite welcome to leave,
 But it must be by your choice
 I’ll just ramble on,
 Whether or not if you’re standing here,
 I’ll just be talking to god
 (Who some say is everywhere, you know)
 Or myself,
 It really depends on my mood… 
 
 Black,
 The color black
 Is now everywhere.
 (My sister forgot to put her paints away,
 Which really isn’t like her at all, 
 You know;
 Or maybe you don’t,
 It’s not like you’ve met her.)
 I dislike black now,
 It’s all over my SAT
 Study book,
 And it really doesn’t belong there,
 (I hope) you know… 
 
 What was I saying?
 Oh, you’re still standing there,
 Why are you still standing there?
 Why are you still reading this? 
 Why did I even write this?
 
 I, personally,
 Don’t have any of the answers
 So you’d better get up from your chair
 And go find them
 Hurry,
 There’s not much time left,
 You know

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This is still one of my favorite self-written poems :) Thanks for commenting on it.
May you have tremendous luck in your quest, whether you realize it or not ;)
I guess I don't really know what to say to this; I love it, but it exists on its own, without any help from me. The style is great, a kind of drawn-out "yeah, I'm weird; what's that to you?"
I will be getting up shortly to find these answers.
Thanks for your feedback and praise!
I'd love to check out your work :)
Thank you for reading it and commenting! :)
I'm very happy that you liked it :)
 
A line of words
Strange and disjointed words
<Oh, don't start that again>