Beautiful Loser
I am not like you
I am not like me
I change everyday
Into what I am supposed to be,
I am grateful that I have a gift
To glow radiantly with potential
What’s “Lame” to them
Is pretty important to me
I breathe in air, but breathe out excellence
Only a few can see what I see
Only they understand me
I have cried
But my tears turn into gems
They don’t vaporize, because I always shine
I told God tell me what you want me to be and I'll be it.
There's a light and I see it.
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