My Life is Like an Orange

A description of me in poetry form.

My life is like an orange,
I only rhyme with door-hinge.
It was near impossible to find
Anything else that rhymed.

A word as strange as can be
Can only be described as me.
I am odd, not like any other,
People say I get it from my mother.

To find anyone similar, it must be forced.
Some may attribute it to my parents divorce.
Why is it, when my father walked out,
I never once did cry, scream or shout?

I always was a quiet one,
But I know just the way to have some fun.
I pretend to be an airplane going in circles,
I sing at the top of my lungs "I believe in miracles!"

I am not the only one, others do it too,
But those who do it are so few.
I like to watch everything and observe,
But there is nothing useful this mind can preserve.

I'm not that short, but I'm not that tall,
No matter how clumsy I am, I never fall.
Someone who dresses or acts like me,
Is something, like a unicorn, you will never see.

My life is like an orange,
I only rhyme with door-hinge.