The freedom I once had, is now stress. The toys and dolls I once had, are now reports and work. The happiness I once had, is now a feeling of loneliness. The friends I once had, are now enemies behind my back.
So many things had been taken away from me. Just so that I could fit in. In a society full of the brokenhearted and tongues that tell lies.
Mouths that never shut.
Bones forever breaking.
And none that is long lasting.
I thought fitting in would be good.
I’m just the same as everybody is.
But being strange is better.
Being strange can bring you further.
Being strange would make you wiser. But that’s life.
Everything comes and goes.
One day you’ll notice that it’s just you, against the world.
And believe me you’ll make it, we’re gonna make it.
On the brighter side, we still have our lives.
Our ability to change everything. It’s not gonna go the way you want. But it’s surely the life you need. So cheer up, there’s a life ahead of you.
You’re not giving up.
You’re strong.
Strong is beautiful.
You are beautiful.
