I am a summer rain ... serene.
I am a hurricane ... a powerful being.
Unstoppable as lava ... my creativity keeps flowing.
Constant as the galaxy ... my Dreams keep on going.
But when I look in my mirror what do I see? A wilted little wallflower reflected back at me. Yet the person I’ve been on the outside does not reflect the truth within. That timid little creature is not who I really am.
Shrunken by lies,
belittled
and judged,
we’ve all worn the stain of society’s smudge.
Opinions, they have no real effect.
And insults? They’re really a foreign dialect.
The fog is clearing from my mirror and at last now I can see,
That what others say and think should not influence me.
Because we have the power to determine our own Destiny;
We have the drive to fulfill our call,
and we're not flowers growing against the wall.
So this is who I choose to be:
I am the tides ... untamable.
I am the skies ... uncontainable.
Strong as a child ... I wear my Heart on my sleeve.
I’m not afraid to be the real me.
J
But the true question is still to be asked, although I’ve made my choice at last.
In the war of individuality,
Who will you decide to be?
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