A Moment.

Long nights
filled with
sleepless hours
because I'm stuck
thinking of that moment
I should never
have seen.
Clenched jaw,
eyes a flurry
of tears held back
but spilling over--
Anyways--
you and her;
she touched your arm,
walked away.
You looked understanding
but also sad.
I'm sorry to say
I witnessed
that moment.

- - -

This has nothing to do with the poem, but at school I am often spoken to specifically because of my brother. He's a little bit on the eccentric side (very in line with the rest of the family), and he tends to grab a lot of peoples attention, and not always in a good way.

This is a picture of the both of us. He wears that yellow set of goggles on a daily basis, as well as several other articles of clothing that are not among todays average teenager's repertoire. His dress style and general jubilant attitude is very much him, and as I said, not always taken in a good way.

Today was an example. This girl I know--I suppose you could kinda call her an aquaintance-- came up to me and started discussing my brother's weirdness. It would have been fine if she hadn't spit it out of her mouth in such a negative way, like she thought that I'd agree with her that he had mental issues or something. I really wanted to smack her in the face and tell her to mind her own business.

Why is it that anything slightly out of the norm is taken so negatively within our society? Why do we as people feel like we must hide certain aspects of ourselves, become something that is 'ideal' or valued to other people. I cannot believe some of things people my age will do and say just to be seen a particular way. And not only that, but we all dress the same and talk the same as to not stand out too much from the pack. I can't always say that I'm not like that, but as I get older I understand the importances of being genuine, with myself and with others.

I want very much for people to accept that those around them will have different interests and different backgrounds.