Different

I've always wondered why I always was different than the usual black teenaged crowd. It gets me how everything I do is erratic. Sometimes I look into the morror and ask my self, "Who is this light- skinned young man looking at me?" But by the end of my question, I would remember that it's me and only I would do something so stupid. Sometimes I think that there's something wrong with me and that I need to get checked out for therapy but then I remember my talents and how unique they are and realize that I'm fine and normal. In my own way. Just an erratic sixteen year-old boy who doesn't need to fit in with the usual black teenaged crowd.