Yes I'm Strange

I prefer solitude

I don't like the crowd

Not because I can't hear

But to cherish the crowd of 

Million thoughts in my brain

I open up myself rarely

Sometimes rude at my words

Not because I hate everybody

But to save my courtesy

Being granted by the selfish world

I sleep with lights on

I hate the darkness

Not because it's dark

But to avoid rewinding

Some precious moments

I prefer desultory fashion

Sometimes quite frowzy

Not because I have a bad choice

But the glamour of curves may

Overshadow the graceful soul

I often see a few ones

Sometimes quite adhesively

Not because I feel alone

But I believe the inner bird

Should leap beyond infinity