From sometime in middle school
In this world of shallow beings,
We’re all forced to follow.
Choices are no longer ours,
Things we say are cold and hollow.
Fitting in is overrated.
Saying things that we don’t mean,
Just to get ahead.
Never who we are, only as we’re seen.
Why can’t we be happy,
With what we’ve been given?
We’re constantly running,
Towards where we are driven.
Can’t we all just break away?
Go on our own,
Tread the path,
That’s not paved with stone?
We must no t all be followers,
For we would have no leader.
If things were always spoken,
Who would be the reader?
We cannot all just blend in,
Disappear among the crowd,
We are all different,
And we should shout it loud.
So do not be afraid,
Of being who you are,
For if you will just be yourself,
You can be a star.
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