Different (a poem)

Weird was the word that other kids used.

Unique was the word that my parents used.

Divergent might be the medical way to talk about me.

I am an Individual. We all are.

I may be somewhat unconventional at times. 

I am also original, one-of-a-kind, extraordinary.

I am often told my behavior is altered

Or that it needs to be adjusted.

I often feel overwhelmed. I am told I am sensitive but not empathetic.

I have an alternative point of view, see pictures and details.

I am quirky or offbeat because I am passionate about the things I love.

I think out-of-the-box but get told I am too rigid.

My world is whimsical and wonderfully weird.

In truth, I am me. Perfect.