Laying on the bathroom floor
With cold tiles to my back
I think of all the things I'm not
All the things I lack
I roll over on my stomach
My cheek pressed to the floor
I dream of all I could've been
How I could be so much more
But then a though occurred to me
That others may think the same
That somewhere on some other floor
Someone else is wanting change
This then led to deeper thought
Which made a lot of sense to me
There's a reason we are this way
We're all the way we were meant to be
Every one of us is different
But in the end we're all the same
All together we're beautiful
And beautiful has no name