But that’s ok,
I don’t think the same way,
Football wasn’t a game I could play
This skinny lad with 4 eyes never really fitted in,
I preferred the book,
Preferred to express myself through colour, through the brush and pen.
I preferred to be strange,
Sticking out like a sore thumb,
Better than being ‘normal’, humdrum,
What is normal, what is perfect?
What is it to truly fit in anyway?
But really, that’s ok.