Ostrich
I'm an Ostrich in a flock of pretty pink flamingos
A one-winged moth in a swarm of colorful butterflies
The plain dog in a group of spotted ones
I don't blend in with the crowd
Yet I'm nothing to look at
I'm not the popular girl who rules the entire student body at her school
Nor the cool dude with the awesome red shades
I'm a talent-less creature
A forgotten duckling at a pond
I may not be special
Or "extraordinary"
but at least I'm not a bully
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