Me

Let them be ordinary

All the same, inside the box thinkers, popular, wanting to wander

But bound to the rules

I’d rather be a unique, outcast,

Believing in the impossible, like the dreamers

Mind-wandering far, from society

To have seen from other views,

To venture, to feel alive in the dull crowds

That pass by.

To be inspired by the artists that create rather than copy,

Carrying their passion, their inspiration

Beyond the limits set by others and past the non-believers

I’d rather be unknown, and if

Then invisible to everyone

Than to be who I’m not,

Fitting in with the crowd in the place which I do not belong,

Where people are shaped, told, and forced to be the same

By the strict rules of society.

I’d rather be alone, and confined

Than surrounded by “friends”.

If I could be myself, happy and free,

I’d rather be a unique unbound, outcast as me