Am I too weird for this world

 Am I too weird for this world?

She wispered as she was afraid the world mighy hear her
Might answer to her
Might be a yes to her
She always felt that she was too weird for this world
When she was a kid and she hid from the world
When she colored the leaves and wrote poems
Poems that she burnt in the backyard as all artists do, she tought then
She felt it in her bones, in her hands covering her ears, in her ears covering the brain
She felt it in their looks, in their eyes
She never belonged anywhere
And the present did not change too much
Am I too weird for this world?
She asked herself, afraid to ask the others who might have said no because they were polite or because they didn't know her brain that much
But she felt it, when she couldn't understand
She couldn't accept the reality
She did hide from the world, always afraid
That she might loose her weirdness
She felt it with every cigarette she smoked
Every kind gesture she made
Every hug
Every love she refused or it was lost
Am I too weird for this world?
As if she never felt normal
But normal was boring
But it was also secured
Am I too weird for this world?
She thought again but then found the warmest weirdness in the hugs of her friends.
Am I too weird for this world?
She finally screamed but all she heard was an echo of her dreams.