Freak like me

I count my steps before I get there
I don't always brush my hair
And I don't care that the souls of my shoes are weak
I get called this often, they say that I'm a freak

I turn on the lights before I enter a room
I'm afraid of wet mops and dirty brooms
I don't enjoy romance novels or bright lights
But I really like lightning on starless nights

I say some words twice; I blink to see
These things makeup a freak like me
I talk really fast and avoid contact
I have common sense; book smarts I lack
These odd doings label the person inside
The person with doubts and habits to hide.

She washes her hands, but never dries them
She picks flower petals off the stem
She takes the petals and keeps them in a book
She keeps it under her bed, and every night shell look

She walks with a hunch, too self conscious to stand tall
She talks in a murmur, and never says it all
She loves to read in the middle of class
She says it's a challenge that helps her pass

She keeps her hair in her face, covering her eyes
She hates hello's and absolutely loves goodbyes
She wears black everyday, but her nail polish is bright
She doesn't have any fears, but only feels fright
She is a bit of a mess, a monster to be
But we get along; she's a freak like me.

He wears his socks knee high
Unlike his family, he wont pray to the sky
He doubts himself, he hardly feels pain
He has feelings for boys and is afraid of the rain

He dyes his hair, and pierces his own ears
He talks with a lisp and has never seen his own tears
He hates rap music, and lives for the classics
He recycles everyday, aluminum and plastics

He doesn't like sports but has a fondness for clothes
He wants to be a designer one day but nobody knows
He hardly is open, his dad verbally kicks his ass
He is low in confidence and never raises his hand in class
He hates seeing people cry and envy's what another wants to be
We get along just fine; he is labeled a freak like me.

You hold your hands down by your sides
You have small feet but buy shoes in wides
You say hello but don't make a sound
You my friend, make my world go round

You write lyrics on your palms to keep on a smile
You make your own clothes and have your own style
You fascinate me, like no one ever has before
Your antics and mysteries keep me curious for more

You play video games with your brother
You never knew the first name of your mother
You have piercings because they make you feel pretty
You want to live in a small town because your afraid of the city
You and I share so many words, together they flow free
You have captured my heart, you freak like me.