Being Unique

I tried hiding my freckles and skin,

To stop being judged amidst my very own kin, 

I hid and cried, trying to plaster a fake smile,

To run like a cheetah in life's hard miles...

I felt myself being strange, 

From the old mindsets and goody image,

I was afraid of being left alone,

Lost in the ocean of faces unknown...

Putting a period to my wild thoughts,

I realised being unique, wasn't a blood clot,

 I woke and spoke, my guts and intuitions,

Telling myself that being like others isn't a compulsion...

I was different and happy, 

For I didn't mind if it was found weird by people crappy...