Whether you hide or stand out, Whether you whisper or scream and shout, If you want to, you can be found. And if there days you feel you have no one But your fears and your doubts, Like you've looked everywhere but can't find a way out, if you want to, you can be found. You will be found.
You don't have to be the perfect puzzle piece You can be the one that doesn't fit Into societies roles, you don't submit The one that stands out from the bland crowd Do things your way and be proud Amongst the thunderstorms, you can be the cute fluffy cloud Amongst the frowns, you be the smile Do things in your own style Go at your own pace, it might take a while ~15/4/21
Everyone is entitled to live and just survive. Everyone deserves the world but not at the cost of his soul. Everyone should be happy with themselves, not change to please the masses. Everyone should be proud to stand out feeling no need to fall in line of conformity.
How is it that when I try live my life Try to love my life I always end up saving others at the cost of losing myself...?
A poem that's near to how I've feeling for the last few days. At the cost of all i want, I fear losing who I am. I've spent most of it trying to make everyone happy. Now I've learned that I need to be more selfish and focus on me and me alone.
I don't think it's true that people enjoy to stand out. As much as they say they do. As much as they wish they did. I am guilty more than most. My whole life I've spent wanting, nothing more than to fit in. To be accepted for who I am. As we get older not fitting in becomes easier than it did at school. To forget about the people that made you feel worthless in the halls. Being made to feel like that way never truly leaves you. So be kind to the ones that you feel are so different from you. As they are not the ones that should be made to feel worthless, take a look in the mirror because if this is something you do, The only person that should be made to feel worthless is you. So maybe I am still bitter and I deserve to be because everyday being made to endure this I became less of me.
So what if I'm different Maybe I like girls and boys Yeah, I'm Bi, is that a crime?
So what if I'm strange "Kid shows" bring me joy In the end, it's just pixels on a screen
So what if I'm annoying I'm just being myself It's better than being someone you're not
So what if I'm awkward People just don't understand me I don't understand them either, so your point is?
So what if I'm ugly It doesn't matter My looks don't define me, neither should yours
So what if I'm still a child I have feelings too you know I can understand some things adults will never know
These are the questions I will always ask Because the diversity of the human race is great! It doesn't matter who you are under the mask Human is whatever, black or straight If anyone has a problem with it, Are you gonna run crying, back to your cot? Or will you give them a smile and say; "So what?"
This is sort of like a rant poem...? I don't know, this just came out of me XD
When you've grown up being called a stranger wherever you go, you learn to make home of whatever ground of little discomfort you find, you play deaf to insults and jeers you hide your tears and promise yourself that someday you'll find a home for you and teach yourself to believe that lie because the reality of truth's too bitter for you to take it anymore...