To be Different, Is Not Wrong

When I was four they tried to test my IQ

They showed me a picture of

three oranges and a pear.

And asked me which one is different

and does not belong,

they taught me

different was wrong.

But now I am Twenty,

I don't let them teach me,

What is the world,

but a Fallacy,

A dream out of a Dream.

Being different was being wrong,

I was always a misunderstood being.

So how does it matter now, I wonder

But there is a part of me, restless.

I am different, but not wrong,

I am right in my own way.

If only the world was blind enough

To see what eyes cannot see.