I don’t look up,

My head is down.

When I must,

Go into town.

I have an extra eye, you see,

Than all my other peers.

Who have the same correct amount,

Of mouth and nose and ears.

I hate this extra eye so much,

I want to look the same.

Everyone all looked alike,

Until I finally came.

I wish this thing would go away,

So I didn’t want to cry.

For being the only cyclops,

Without only one eye.