She goes on her way
filled with thoughts,
thoughts of herself.
Anyone who sees her
would think;
"she is too full of herself".
She goes on her way
filled with thoughts,
thoughts of how she
could make herself acceptable.
Acceptable to those who she
looks up to,
to those whose poise
leaves her in awe.
The very ones who see
her and wonder;
''who does she think she is
anyway''.
She goes on her way,
struggling with her thoughts,
thoughts of when she would
be accepted,
when she would stop feeling
different.
But Alas! she would
never be any other thing
but different.
Different is she.
Wherever she goes,
she stands out,
from no effort of hers
for nature has made her so.
She would soon come to
realise,
that she needs to be
different.
For you see,she needs
to go through life, different
in order to make
a difference.