I am told
or sometimes tell myself
that
how I see things
is different from
how anyone else sees things
so it must not be right
But that’s a lie.
A lie told in my head
or to my face
that says “I’m different”
I’m just being “dramatic”
I’m just being “out there”
I’m just being “silly”
and so my thoughts and feelings
are discounted
I am dismissed by those
around me
or by me
but my feelings are important
my experiences have brought me
to them
I can have insight
I can have wisdom
I do have knowledge
based on those experiences
based on how I see things
and I don’t think I’m that different after all.
[…] ~Love this poem about being different. “Some lies are told to us and some are in our heads” Click here […]
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