Not Always What They Seem

A poem of how others label those different from them because of their outward appearance.

Sitting alone in my room,
Watching the roses inside of my mind bloom,
Thinking of all the sweet thoughts,
That aren't really there.

A smile paints upon my face.
I am who I am and in my place.
The world cannot change me,
For I am simply myself.

I do not fear what I can't explain.
I am not scared of you and I am not insane.
Disreguard my appearce then one shall see,
Not the dark crazy child,
But merely me.

I am not like you,
For I have a heart.
I have the sight,
To see who you really are.

I do not hate you,
For what you've done to me.
I only ask,
That you let me be.

People look at me,
Like I'm the bad child,
But compared to you,
I am fairly mild.

But I guess that you're better,
Because of the clothes that you wear,
And what you think of me,
I really don't care.

Because I have true friends,
Who know the real me,
I don't worry about you,
Or what you see.

So leave me alone,
Let me go back to my daydream.
I just want you to know,
That things aren't always what they seem.