You want to be weird but people (just like you) like normal more than weird

Weird is exotic

I try to preserve things

But they just get torn

And I am just worn

Down

To

Bits.

It’s

Gotten

Quite

Old.

So I’ll fold

Into

The depths

Of the line you’ve drawn

Become unseen

In between

The pop of the

Screen (more watched more viewed)

The more popular pops out

And the odd of me

No one wants to really see

I am the odd man out

Stuck inside the walls of

Doubt and

Duality.

-k.c.