It could be like a sore thumb,

so obvious and blatant

and I rather hide in the bush

a place not seen

than be displayed on a stage.

They eye me carefully,

even that tiny dot is not missed,

it would be incorrect

if I said I enjoyed this judgment

so perhaps I should just camouflage

and pretend nothing is amiss,

but I am not. I am sticking out,

like a nail that would not be

ironed out even when the hammer

hits and stings, I do not differ

in my stance, it is my opinion,

like you, I too want a life.