I may not be perfect,
but i am not like anyone else,
I may not show my scar,
but it has already left its mark,
I may not be the rainbow,
neither am i the rainy storm,
I am a simple being,
trying to stand out of the crowd.
As i grow older and wiser,
the world teaches me to grow strong with all i have,
with all i have, I will make it worth it,
not today but tomorrow,
I will see where the fate takes me,
and will turn back and run away as fast as i can,
because my friend,
I am not what I will be
after a year or so, I will change.
The change will leave me alone,
as I will work on my own.
No friends will I have, nor family support.
I will stand on my own,
and will die the same.
I cannot challenge death,
neither can anyone else.
No matter how strong i get.
I will make sure the world knows my name
and that hard work of mine will,
pay off at the end.