i may be the product of my parents
a simple math equation
no variables needed
no extra steps needed
it's obvious the answer
i'm different

i'm the sister that's forgotten though
i might be a family member
but i'm different to them
my curvy figure
matching my curvy hair
my honey brown eyes with yellow rings
my freckles splattered across my body
i'm different

my skin is coated with different paint
not a color the same as anyone else's here
i'm the maple tree to a family of oak
i bend in a different way
i'm different

my mind is more complex
my emotions hidden behind a locked door
my way with words
my hidden talents
way of thinking
my mind
it's just something else to them
it reminds me that
i'm different

i walk the halls at school
saying the same thing as everyone else
playing the same games
acting the same way
walking
talking
eating
drinking
believing
to hide the fact that i'm
i'm different

i hide my ways
my thoughts and feelings
my words
so nobody knows
no one knows that i'm different
but i'm different in a good way
in a way nobody can understand
because it's too hidden away
i'm afraid sometimes
i'm just afraid that everyone will find out my biggest secret
that i'm just
i'm
I'm different...