Ode to the Oddball

By: Eric Gunnarson

There’s a simple liberating joy
In being different,
Being obtuse,
Having that little bit of self outside of normality,
People will either embrace it,
Or reject it.
Some will revel and thrive in their unlikeness,
Others will shrink and wither at the stares of conformity,
And some will teeter and totter on the razors edge in-between.
I personally advocate the former;
But am too afraid to let myself go.
Our world just isn’t quite ready to live and let be.
I hope someday those shunned by “society” will realize,
Realize the very irony of what’s happened.
Their willingness and determination actually scared them,
“Them” being the people who are scornful naysayers.
All due to the simple fact that the naysayer is envious,
Angry, jealous even, how dare you say, “I’m different and proud!”
How come I can’t do that?
The word that the world hides and locks away,
Maybe out of instinct
Maybe out of the frightening desire it entails.
I myself can see, yet cannot grasp it,
The key.
The key of acceptance,
The key that will bring a revelation!
A word worth a thousand pictures
Everyone has as key to that lock box of quirks
Open it...