Together We Are Different

About me and my weird friend

Don't look at me like that
I'm not insane
I'm not a door mat
I have a brain

Though, I guess I have hole
where the line is
right between acting young and preforming old

I guess I will never
be like you and the others
or my sisters and brothers

But don't you ever look at my friend
The way you do when my day ends
when I skip along to an imaginery tune
right along the clouds of noon