but alas

they are odd
unusual, and off
one is headstrong
stupidly stubborn and has no sense of others’ feelings
blind and naive in what others say
it can be a curse but alas, we love
one will pick and pry for pleasure
sometimes not knowing the limits
but it is all a cover because for them emotions are an enigma
it can be a curse, but alas, we love
one is burdened with the expectations of others
and when failure comes anger is unleashed
roaring and merciless, even to the close ones
it can be a curse, but alas, we love
one is too wrapped up in the horrors of life and what it has done
and can’t let go, not when it is repetition everlasting
through a bright skin there is only self-deprecating thoughts and darkness
it can be a curse, but alas, we love
we are odd
unusual, off