All thats different
and all that ppl see as odd
i see as wondereful
beautiful and bold
daring to be different and stand out is a gift
the opposition to what ppl want to see
all thats normal bores me
i always cling to the rare
the forbidden
the fruit that remains usually hidden
we find too much shame in being different
unusual even perculiar
we always feel inferior
to what the norm considers contrary
were camoflauged beauty
daring to be seen
too many times it only remains a daydream
break out of our shells
scream at the world relentlessly
this is who i am!!
why wouldnt i want to be me?
Taboo, is not beautiful to
Taboo, is not beautiful to me, its interesting. I like the message here about being yourself but if being yourself means harming someone or yourself I think that's pretty not okay, you have by my accounts written this view poetically well! Cheers SS :)
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
indeed that too often we are
indeed that too often we are hesitant to be 100 percent ourselves in fears of rejection, this is a travesty of sorts.