I don't belong here

The world looks down on me
as I stare squarely into infinity
for I wasn't what they wanted me to be
and I refused to alter my entity.

 I didn't speak their language
nor did I ever act my age;
always found on a different page
clutching the rusty bars of my cage.

 strayed from normalcy;labelled an oddball
never ignoring my inner call
and finally the revelation broke my fall
that I don't belong to this world after all. 

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