Some days felt like I didn't belong. No matter how hard

I tried. My way of thinking was just so unconventional

to theirs. I would beat myself up for being "different",

for being the odd one out. I sat in countless

conversations I wish I could undo.

What joy is there in picking others apart?

Stomping on their weakness -

you forget you have weaknesses too.

I've spent hours, days, months, years, pretending -

just so I could feel "normal" too.

Little did I know how it would break me.

My soul was torn in two.

I remember the times I would cry in the shower

"Lord, I can't do this anymore".

Those picking apart others, were picking at me too.

It took me a long time to discover that the "normal"

I once was searching for, was nothing but brokenness

on their part. You certainly don't hurt others,

unless you're hurting too.

If being kind, compassionate and non-judgmental

makes me "different", I hope you heal,

so you can be "different" too.