I don’t fit in 

it’s not a sin 

I appear martian 

I’ve got reasons 

 

I can’t blend 

anyone can tell 

my opinions 

seem out of season 

 

it’d be a lot easier if we all got along 

I wish sometimes I was wrong 

but I see what you do, hear what you say 

logic and reason move the other way 

 

I won’t conform 

to a norm 

boiling a planet 

on a slow heater 

 

I must confess 

I’d rather think less 

but I get so tripped up on these 

little details