everyday in a sense
is not really horrible
no one is.

frightening yet
not that prolonged

every moment is a surprise
like a birthday

expected yet there are
still outbursts of

emotions they call it an outrage
because life can be so much

sometimes raging like a bull
with smoke in its nostrils

friends, excuse my dust
i am fed up and i vomit

what is unnecessary like
crab meat

i bought a pail and pair of
slippers

i have the sea with me and it
is free

the trees that i have planted
have become robust

i climb upon each
feel the world with its leaves

and on top of the branch
i begin to see myself

much different from all of you
all angles considered.

RIC S. BASTASA

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-realization-that-i-am-different/