I make it look easy
Makes everyone queasy
Find it hard to see
That’s just the gift bestowed upon me
That’s what God decided I’d be
Just wish he’d made more of me
Make it easier to exist in the world’s sea
Of endless variations with collective conformities
But I can’t conform and not be me
Not give out my gifts extensively
That’s how its supposed to be
That how you live free
That’s living how God expects it to be
Anything else is a sin against the world sea
Of variation in humans intensively
So next time you meet one of me
Expect something different ‘cause that’s what it will be
And when I make it look easy
It is
That just me
Being me
