Hear Their Sound

I pay no heed to the voices

I find no solace in choosing

Their choices

And I laugh when they tell me

I am crazy for the resolves that I

Conclude for they hear not

The music within my

Spiritual fortitude

I laugh because they

Call the dancer crazy for dancing

Though they hear no sound

They call the king petty without

Feeling the weight of his crown

But I embrace my inner and outer

Oddness, my weird, awkward

Painfully loud as nails on a chalkboard

Strangeness, don't ever dismiss

Who you are to be what everyone else is

And feel free to be just a little bit selfish