Being Different Poem by Etienne Charilaou

Would you find it odd
if I lived in a pod,
a teepee or a cave?
Would you find it strange
if fashion I abhorred,
and Mozart I adored?
Would you find me weird
if it's solitude I crave,
and shunned the throng?
Is that so wrong?
Would you find it bad
if ambition made me sad?
Is being different to be feared?
Do I seem aloof
because of shallow feeling
you have no proof?

Mind like dead ashes,
body of wood.
Oh, the things that I find good!