I’m walking on a path of diversity,
where I like things differently.
And most of the time, it’s confusing,
so some say things a bit hurting.
But it’s fine, and it always be,
since the impact of the habits, others can’t see.
Though there are times when it hits,
when the words sting and it’s pain I meet.
The words also eat me alive,
and nothingness is where I thrive.
Yet physically, everything’s good.
Even if with the aches I happily stood.
There are times where I’m asked to act differently,
and I get anxious because this is me, actually?
Then suddenly I realized they wanted me to act mature,
and yet I am? Youthfulness has no cure.
Maybe you see me as playful,
but in reality I am no fool.
The amount of childlike things I have is huge,
But I strive for wisdom and perseverance in a deluge.
So even if I am different, it’s okay.
With these interests I have, I’ll stay.
Age isn’t a hindrance to explore,
I’m looking forward to what this life stores.
It begins today.