The Others

They notice I'm weird when I drink health teas that taste like dirt,

If I'm spotted licking my blood after a deep hurt.

Hair atop this head, is red,

While untamed fur grows upon legs.

I'd rather be lost in my mind

Than speaking nonsense, a waste of time.

I notice I'm weird when I care more than Others,

Or how fully I dedicate self to my Lover.

I give my all to a task, and wonder why that's strange

As if high personal standards are, these days, deranged.

I go beyond the norm to extend kindness;

I am odd, and consider myself blessed.