I can relate to this poem more than I care to admit!
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I don’t do anything the way I should;
I failed my class in simple fitting in.
But somehow, I feel happy anyway —
In spite of all the scrapes I’m getting in
And out of everyday, from being weird.
I don’t think my condition is that rare —
I don’t do anything the way I ought,
And what is more, I do not seem