Special...

There are many of them,

But this one is special.

This one is weak and fragile,

But calls itself strong.



This one thinks evil and darkness,

Yet you call it kind.

Yet you call it innocent.

INNOCENT....

What does this mean?



This one feels alone and discarded,

But calls itself happy.

This one lacks confidence and self-esteem,

Yet you call it shy.



This one is serious and cold

But acts childish.

Yet you call it warm-hearted.



Yet you think it generous.

This one is unstable and dangerous,

Yet you call it harmless.

This one is obviously imperfect,

All these are....

But calls itself a failure.

Yet this one,

Makes the best ally.