It’s conflicting.

As if your friend’s stating your uniqueness is a bad thing.

it makes me feel like being an outcast is the wrong thing.

that being weird isn’t the way to be.

and I hate it.

yet, social media cheers “it’s a good thing.”

Weird.

I’ve heard this word my whole life and I still haven’t embraced it.

I wonder, have I grown accustomed to people saying I’m weird,

or have I actually accepted it?

Poetry