I Am
I Am
I am nothing.
When the world tells me
It is not true
That creativity is what makes me unique
I must believe they are right.
A speck of dust in the atmosphere is what I'll be.
I will never think that
I am a tall sunflower that grows in a field of green grass.
I am just like everybody else.
No one can tell me
To be wild, adventurous, and stand out
Because in order to be me in this world, I have
To conform.
I will never know what it feels like
To be me.
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