Different

by Courtney
(West Virginia)

I see the world in sepia,
Weather beaten and broken.
I hear the world in silence,
Letters, books, and words not spoken

I feel as though I am different
Because I understand thing others wouldn't.
I see the world in sepia
And I never wished I couldn't.

If someone else could see the things
I see every single day.
They might see me differently
In every single way.