As I walk down the street,
I feel like they are allstaring.
Maybe it is my feet,
Or what I am wearing.
Is itmy face, my eyes or my hair?
I do not think it is anything,
Theyjust like to stare.
I am just the same as everybody else,
Although I don't want to be.
I want to be special, unique, one ofa kind
The one and only me,
Maybe I am unique, and don't knowit.
Is it all in my mind?
Or am I really one of akind?
Could it be that they wish they were me?
Do I havesomething they don't have?
Do some people think I am weird?
It'snot like I have a long, hariy beard.
My hair is long andstraight,
And I'm not really overweight.
I hate to wonderwhat people are thinking.
I hope that they are thinking good things aboutme.
I try to remember that I'm okay,
And that it doesn't matterwhat people say.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.