When did, everything turn grey?
When did the colours, all fade?
When did, the earth start to frown?
And why did the world degrade?

The petals would fall off of the flower
And bury themselves into the ground
Losing their glistening colour
As they no longer can be found.

Then people would come and trample
Crashing with their heavy feet
Hiding what’s left of the petals
to become almost obsolete

The colours are now lost
They’ve all been put down
Lying on the floor
A sort of mushy brown

This is what happens to people
Who are different and stand out
Other humans destroy them
And knock them all about

These humans think that they know best
that being different is wrong
But what they never know
Is that most just want to belong

I know this from experience
I wasn’t the perfect child
And so, I got beaten round about
Because I was too wild

I didn’t always listen and sit up
And share my opinions out loud
But there is one thing I always did
I made my mother proud

My father was much harder
And if I was wrong I got a slap
I would work my **** off
For that one rewarding clap

So, I wasn’t the intelligent girl he wanted
But I was all that I could be
Because all along, I just knew
That I wanted to be free


Free from all these stereotypes
And judging people looking down
So, what if I was a bit topsy-turvy
So, what if I was upside-down

I did all the important things
And set a lot of goals
That one day I will achieve
After I finished with my dolls

But I wanted to take my time
I wanted to do well
I wanted to do my best
No one had to yell

No one had to shout
Or put me down
No one had to tell me off
Or make me frown

Scowling would do nothing
Laughing didn’t help
Using me as a punching bag
Would only make me yelp

Like I said, I’m different
I’m nothing like the rest
You shouldn’t expect anything more
I am not your jest

Look at me for who I am
I am no mistake
Look at me and you can see
That I am wide awake

I am learning each and every day
Learning to be free
So, what if you don’t like who I am
Why should I not be me

Why should I follow patterns?
Why should I follow a crowd?
Why can’t I just be me
And be proud?

In truth, everyone’s different
In truth, no one is the same
If everybody was
It would just be lame


different things make people smile
different things make them sad
but this means we can help one another
shouldn’t we be glad

every bully is a fake
pretending that they’re the same
every bully is stupid
playing their little game

you know that girl you hurt
as a little jest
well she has real problems
wracking in her chest

you think it’s funny to scar others
to make them shiver in fear
but you don’t know what’s going on
what’s whispering in their ear

one day they could be amazing
they could save your life
but why would they want to save you
the one that dug in the knife

it may be just words you say
but words hurt to
you may laugh at this
and say it wasn’t true

think about how you talk to people
what if something is going on?
inside their mind
and they are barely being strong

you don’t know them
you don’t know their story
stop being mean to them
and leaving full of glory

instead, put yourself in their shoes
and read their face
be nice to each other
we are all part of the human race

we are all different
and we are all the same
we all walk the earth
and we all have a name
we are not part of some sick game.