Different on Purpose

Being different on purpose is better than being normal!!!

I walk a road they never see,
A crooked path that’s meant for me.
Their footsteps echo straight and tight,
But mine drift off toward softer light.

They whisper that I’m strange, unclean—
Too loud, too soft, too in-between.
But flowers bloom where rules get bent,
And I was made with different intent.

I’m morning rain on sun-dried ground,
A spark they never quite pin down.
A wild note in a practiced song—
Off-key to some, to others strong.

And though the world may stare or scoff,
I’m not a version printed off.
I’m hand-stitched soul, imperfect thread—
A story only I have read.

So let them march in measured lines;
I’ll dance between the warning signs.
Because different isn’t less or wrong—
It’s how the rare become the strong.