The weirdo guy can't fit in and lost all desire to try
He pressures himself everyday to think better so he won't think to die
He is socially awkward but somehow has sex
The art of love is lost with him, when he is done with a girl he just says next
I break all the social norms and don't fit into any groups
My dreams overwhelm my thoughts and I'm a one man troop
I'm misunderstood by all so I'm a hermit staring at four walls
All day and all night I'm used to it so I'm no longer at appalled
at my inability to keep friends despite it easy for me to approach folks
crying the tears of clown at night knowing Im the butt of all their jokes

The weirdo guy is a poet.
Though,
I think he knows it.
He may jump from one girl to the next,
But one day he may find a weirdo
Like him who means more to him than sex.
Friends come and go,
And the the ones that go can go and go and go.
But you'll find some that stay
Who will wipe the tears away.
And you'll forget jokes,
Like all things they'll fade,
Until you remember the most
Important thing:
There is only one you that's ever been made,
And that only you has the power to change.

:) Thanks