"I am Unique in My Own Different Way"

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86314
United States
34° 36' 22.5792" N, 112° 18' 35.7624" W

I may be young, and I may be fifteen. However, I'm not what you think I am.

I'm that someone that others call "weird", I'm that individual that others don't appreciate.

They'd often envy me, with a bit of gray. The girls would envy, but the boys would underestimate.

Ever since I was a kid, I was bright. I didn't expect for myself to grow into a remarkable person I am today.

Sure, I'm tall and beautiful, but I don't want the people to admire me for my appearance.

I want them to respect my originality.

I was inspired by so many things as a kid, specifically the fictional worlds.

Fictional characters have always influenced me to this day. They don't brainwash me and control my mind. However, they control my heart, and that's what makes it big.

If it wasn't for my favorite characters and their inspirational backstories, I would be a completely different person.

My peers would criticize me for what I idolize, they'd attempt to lure me into their likes; Makeup, half-naked boys, extreme fashion, gossiping, and just other things that I don't find myself in.

When I share my thoughts, they immediately ignore me, as if I hurt them.

When I express who I am, they pour their negativity into me.

They just don't understand, and that's what depresses me.

At the same time, I am proud and grateful for who I am.

I am proud to be myself, thus I am proud of my mother and father who have supported me all the way, and have understood my feelings. They've communicated with me ever since.

I am also proud of my inspirations, the people who have taught me so much, emotionally.

If others don't believe in my heart, and don't comprehend with my being, then one day they'll fall on their knees and wish to have a person such as me in their lives. 

Thanks to the beloved characters that I've known ever since, I am unique in my own different way. I was afraid that I will become one of them; The people who have misjudged me, but now my heart has spoken, and I've found my light.

I am who I am...because of them.

This poem is about: 
Me

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