I wrote this poem when I was writing to HermiaandHero in a maramail.
I am unique. I'm different than everyone else. Is that such a crime? That I want to be unordinary. Am I just a waste of time? Do I need to be extrordinary? I just want to be me Not anybody else. That's something nobody will see. I feel that I am a flower that is late to bloom. Trapped in my petals like a flowery cocoon. But soon I will emerge and face the morning sun. I'm me, the one and only, not the only one.
18 years, 10 months & 2 days ago
