Insecurity

See me.
Hate me.
Love me.
But never be me.

I walk in shadows,
Waiting silently.
I don't know what my purpose is,
But I know this,
I am not ordinary.

Perfection at its worst,
I am not much of a beauty.
I know I'm not... normal,
But, I wonder,
Why do people look at me so strangely?

Am I such an oddity?
Am I nothing but an outcast?
How can I try?
How can I fit in with the rest of the class?

But at the same time,
Do I really want to?
Friendship, I long for this.
I long for someone to come home and tell me,
'I love you, and only you.'

But an oddity I stay.
I stare off into nowhere,
My imagination
My only solace,
My only companion.

Although, I must say,
I am not ordinary.
I want people to love me.
But,
How can I be normal?

I guess, no matter what, I must admit,
I would rather stay here,
In this place,
Staring off into space,
Warmed by the sun,

Than to fit in finally,
And be ordinary...
But to have no fun.