Yet Again

In the mirror of my peers,

I see, a reflection of myself,

There in my surroundings.

My surroundings in myself.

And yet, the uniqueness of

My being; that which is me,

Unlike anyone I’ve ever met.

I am strangely different, alone.

I know that this must be…

Normal. That this must be,

The way that others

Feel as well, and yet…

And yet I feel alone, as if

Not even here at all, apart.

I love this uniqueness

But it singles me out…

I embrace the isolation,

As I mingle my soul

With everything around me,

Taking and giving as I please.

What a bittersweet thing,

To be one such as I am.

I know that I would not have it

Any other way: and, yet again…