I don't obtain any of the qualities many girls my age appoint themselves to behold.
I refrain from what I'm told that I am expected to be.
I set my own expectations.
I come from where it's quiet at night, my parents spent my whole life ******* my head on tight so that I will never view my insight as crooked.
I've never been the girl that the cute boys liked, I've always been the sweet shy smiling type
In a world filled with wrongs, I'm just trying to do right
-while everyone around me is trying to be alike-
I'll fight to be different.
It comes naturally;
I've never fit in anywhere in my life
In a world full of darkness I'm just trying to be the light;
I just want to be me at my highest potential.
We all possess certain truths about ourselves,
Sort of like facts;
They encode the inevitable.
They're what makes us unique,
They're what makes us individuals.
I'll never sell my soul.
What's normal anyway?

What path?
Which do you choose?
What if you change your mind?
Where do you go from there?
The never-ending road to death.
Mysterious, exciting, terrifying.
Copious ways to fail.
Copious ways to succeed.
Won't know what happens till you take a walk on the plank and commit yourself to forward motion.
No matter what, you'll die.
It's a matter of where you go,
Who you bring with you,
And how fast you move on.