Allay the fear
Adulation joy and many cheers
Not like in those adolescent years
Standing in the shadows full of fear
Listen to the children shout and jeer.
Little did I know the reason why
Hidden there all silently and shy
Words were never there for me to say
How I wished to mingle and to play.
Isolated in among the crowd
Crying tears inwardly I bowed
In the photograph I did not seem
Apart from any other human being.
In music I found I could compete
In my head I found the perfect beat
A teacher who sat and took the time
Said that being different is not a crime.
Remember you are special in many ways
Even in a world that’s cold and grey
Stick around. I’m sure that you will find
People are not intentionally unkind.