I don't care

I don’t care if you think I’m strange.

Sure I say things other people don’t.

I do things that you think are backwards.

My views don’t match up with the status quo.

I see things you enjoy as degrading and immoral.

Whilst I love the things you love to hate.

I don’t fit on any of your endless spectrums.

I don’t define myself by the standards you've created.

Everything I do has a higher purpose.

Everything you do is for a higher profit.

I don’t care if I’m not politically correct.

I don’t follow the whims of the masses on morality.

I live according to truth whether you see it or not.

I’m not waiting for a survey or vote to tell me what to believe.

I’m not waiting for a study to tell me right from wrong.

I’m not waiting for another leader who will lie to appease me.

I’m not waiting for another chance to bow down and apologise to you.

Do whatever you want to me, there will be justice in the end.

Truth will be made clear from falsehood and lies.

I don't care if you think I’m strange.

I am proud of who I am. I am proud to be a stranger.

Radical

He keeps mostly to himself.

If you ask how he is, he

gives a faint smile and nods

politely. The last one in at work and

the first to leave. Never late, no

complaints. Spends a lot of time

online, his eyes ringed from all the

late nights. Doesn't seem to eat much.

Sometimes you'll catch him staring off into

space or out at the sky

wistfully, like he's not supposed to be here.

Like he can see through the cracks

that everyone's filled up with

booze, sex, friday nights

and a number of other banalities.

It's not enough for him, he wants to leave.

He spends his days

quietly.

Planning his exit.

Glazed

Most people eyes

are made of glass.

Empty.

Like talking to a mannequin.

They think this world

is all there is.

Their gaze as shallow

as what they can see.

Once in a while

there's a single bulb,

lit up in the endless sea.

Someone who's woken up

to reality.

Their eyes as deep

as eternity.