Unique, Part 1

I used to wander around
with my head swinging low,
my eyes protruding out the sockets,
and my mouth scraping the ground,
all because I was
feeling too sorry for myself.

I’d feel the tears soaking my shoes,
sometimes I could barely
move a step further,
wondering if I’d ever
get accepted for who I am.

I was that shy and reserved
type of person
not too many people understood
my unique personality.