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Closed Ears for Idiosyncrasies
We are different than most.
We aren't the type who always resolve to conforming with the rest. We sport quirky mannerisms and idiosyncrasies that a lot of people make a humor out of. They think it's a bad thing, like a trait to be embarrassed of and not to be known. It's okay. It's alright. Although the taunting hurts, it doesn't mean we are less of ourselves. It won't define us if we won't allow it to be.
We do not get where we are under the normal circumstances in life. We endure all the pain and arrive here with scraped knees and bleeding toes. We trip and fall almost like toddlers learning to walk for the first time. We can't keep our feet planted to the ground. We bear too much weight that keeps our shoulders and backs hunched as a norm. We hold too many faults and flaws in between our fingers but the catch is, it doesn't slip. They aren't sand that sifts through crevices and falls to the ground for the soles of our feet to step on. They linger in our hands and imprints our skin permanently like tattoo.
We'll remain who we are--different, weird anomalous, one of a kind. We'll keep all the idiosyncrasies no matter how we wish to break it. We'll go on and on and on and people along the way will always attempt to break us and destroy every quirk that makes of us. But we don't have to listen to them.