Alien

It's not so much now
When I think about things
When I notice the change
Or draw obsessively wings
It is when I remember
When I think back on how
As a kid, I was different
Never fell for the show
Not in Santa, or fairies
Nor the puppets in plays
Or when people showed magic
If mum hid things away
What I saw was a costume
Some plastic, some lights
All averting attention
From their 'innocent' lies
All my life I was serious
And watched others for signs
To find the right faces
And concealed my wrong mind
And despite being skeptic
I smiled and laughed
I fit in with the others
'Till the day one friend left
That day I then realized
I had never been honest
Not to her or myself
More so to my parents
And that's how I realized
How I understood
That I had naught more than bare structure
And felt more than just wrong.