Bad Poetry

I'm not Normal
And I don't want to be.
I'm me.
No one's uniqueness is quite like mine.

Shall I falter because I am myself?
Must I be like you?
Do I have to believe your beliefs in order to be accepted?
Do I need to like your car, hairstyle, dress or political viewpoint?
Must I be addicted to your vice?

I accept you in spite of your car, hairstyle, clothing and ideologies.
Even if you despise me....
Although it may be harder for me.
I may choose not to share my viewpoint;
I may conceal my mind.
It may be that you will not truly know me.
Am I truly accepting?