Special, Little Me
Nothing exactly special
Nothing really out of the ordinary
But yet still very unique
I used to be one to wear that mask
To just vanish into the crowd
But where would I be
If I never tried to stand?
Probably far gone
Down the path I walked
Yet I have spun these wheels long enough
It is time to turn around
Time to show them all the real me
I am not quiet
I am loud
Someone with a voice yearning to be heard
I am passionate Determined
And stronger than appear
I shove forward
In a world that wants to push you down
I have learned to be my own light
In the times of darkness
I have big dreams
Huge dreams
To show them the big person
In a little body
Let go of the words of yesterday
And show off the actions of tomorrow
I go with the flow of life
But never the flow of society
For this is the real me
Just a silent person screaming to be heard
And like a phoenix
I will be reborn
Soaring among others
Showing to all my true colors
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