I Can't Swim

My feet are bound to the green and even though my heart soars my head drowns in dreams
I'm not made like them 
I do not walk the same sun shot streets 
I don't glimmer like their golden bodies tanned in June
I'm not made like them
My thoughts don't fall like the gentle pit patter of drizzle
My eyes do not detect the unabashed fun to be had
I'm not made like them
I remember why I stay in side now
No judgement 
No wrongs 
I can do no harm 
And in my house I'm golden

"Come on!" 
" Why don't you do this?"
"Seriously."
"Lame."
"Wow look how different we all are."

Yes that's right
How very different we all are
But that's exactly the problem 

You don't like my hair this color
You can't understand the way I speak 
I wear to many dark colors 
You think that I should speak 
And if I should comply you'd think I'm swell and rather neat

Ok ok ok
You're ok you say you say
But it's not ok
You are not ok with me