Those words were never meant for me, I know. I stole them.
But what a bittersweet revelry it was to be able to think for once, at once, I belonged.
How wonderful was the joy that surpassed all feeling as for a moment, one fleeting moment, I was someone.
Not a blob in the shadows and not the thorn on a rose, not sticking out, unnoticed, or left behind.
But someone.
**You're the only one who knows who I really am.
We all wanna be somebody, we just need a taste of who we are.
We all wanna be somebody; we're willing to go, but not that far.