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.

Thank you.