Who's really the ugly one?
New life is born
Beautiful life of a duckling is born
Everyone saw and everyone hated
How beautiful they cannot be
"Why not I?" They wonder.
They shun the Duckling
Made it to believe that it is what it's not
Hatred and jealously filled everyone
They do not want the Duckling to know of its beauty
Slowly it corrupted the hearts of everyone
The Duckling was alone
Sad that it was born
Showing it's ugliness to everyone
Never made a friend nor had compassion from someone else
What can it do now that it has no friends nor family
As the years passed by, everything was too much
Giving up on life, it went to a waterfall
Bottom of the rushing water
Sharp rocks at the end, will lead to anyone's ruin
"Everything comes and goes as they say
And so is the same for my life," thought the Duckling
Waiting to fall to its death on the bright shiny moon
Finally seeing it's reflection it was amazed to see
That it's soul is as bright as the moon
How pretty it is, is this how everyone saw me?
"I seem to no longer be a small duckling but what am I?" confused for a moment,
It stopped to consider that maybe it was okay with itself.
"I'm okay with how I look, I don't need to change a thing for anyone.
Oh, what a fool I am trying so hard to try to make everyone happy
When it was never enough with what I did. They told me I was a duckling
but it seems to me that I am not one." thought the Swan.
"From now on, I will live my own life."
The beautiful swan decided to help others believe,
They are not what others say they are.
You are who you want to be.
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