The Indigo child
The unique
The ostracised one
He with lurid behavior
Society resents him
For he walks his own path
Not whats expected
With peerless ambition for his own fasinations
Ubiquitious desire for affection
But seen as an outcast for abnormality
His crys mean nothing
A society full of carboncopy people
Thought to be as equals
Shun the thought of strange
Unwilling for consideration, conception
Tho our blood runs the same
We are who we are
