I'm Different.
Me too!
Same.

You all say that your different.
But how?
Why are you different?
Your all wearing the same clothes.
You all try to act the same as some rapper or singer.

Åre you sure that your different?

“So many people tiptoe through life, so carefully, just to arrive safely, at death”
-Tony Campolo

Don’t say your different
ße different!
Have people do double takes when you walk down the road
ße different!
Try to do the undone.
ße different!
Its ok to stand alone.
Don’t live your life trying to please everyone.
Its ok to put yourself before others.

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Please don't call me that
It makes me uncomfortable
It hurts my feelings.
Please stop saying that word.
You know I'm not,
Anor...
I cant even type it.
I hide myself, just so people wont call me that.
I'm sorry I was born this way
Just stop
Don't call me that.
End of story.

Freedom
Something we all search for
In a world full of confinement
We search for freedom.
We’ve fought for freedom.
To be able to say,
I am free.
Liberty.
Independence.
Democracy.

I am me
My own person
No one owns me

But, after years and years of fighting
I still don’t think we’re free
We just follow
We follow
And we think we’re free

But the blatant truth is
We are: “a person who is the legal property of another and is forced to obey them.”
We are,
Slaves.

Am I pretty?
I try really hard
To be what they call pretty

Pretty is:
Skinny, But not anorexic
Makeup, But not to much
****, But not a ****

I do it to be accepted
So I'm not alone
I just want to fit in

I want to be pretty
But,
I'm no model
People forget, there's no Photoshop in real life

But...

You and Me
Us
We
You and I
Together
Doesn’t exist.
But.
Maybe.
Just Maybe.
In another life.

I’ve been looking for something very important
Have you seen it?
I think it just took a turn at the last stop sign.

Oh
You’ve heard about it too?

Well can you help me
Let’s go find it together
What was that?
What’s it called?

Oh
I call it happiness
Lets go find our happiness

In a perfect world
I would have you
I would be pretty
I would be smart
I would be perfect
But perfect doesn’t exist
So instead I go unnoticed
I’m not pretty, no matter how much I put makeup on
I’m failing my classes
This is a cold world
It's far from perfect