You hate your town
the sun rises, the sun sets
Why do you think it so?
You are composed of millions of cells that give you life
You wake up in the morning and are alive to experience the day
You have a mind
To fill with dreams, hopes, ambitions
Your soul fills your body-allowing you to run
anywhere your heart desires
Words cannot explain how extraordinary you are
You think and feel and love and cry and wish on stars and dance and what on
this earth is mundane about that?
You are so many wonderful things
Boring is not one of them
You are a masterpiece in the puzzle of life