In my life,

I have often been misunderstood

and cast to the side.

My words drowned out by those

who speak louder, and more agreeably.

And so for many years,

I was bitter.

Today, I realize these things happen

only because I march to a different beat entirely,

a quiet melody that will scarcely leave your mind.

It is generally agreed

that reaching for the stars

is a fine and commendable thing to do.

My habit of dancing with the milky way

has not been so widely accepted.

When other people taste sorrow,

I suppose they cry.

I just pick up a pen.

But I have never been one to pick up a magazine

to find out what kind of person I should be.

I paved my own path,

and sometimes,

held my own hand.

My very dreams are forged with colors

some people refuse to see.

I have always been a flavor all my own,

a spicy yet subtle contradiction

of all the things I was told to be.

They despise me

because they know I will not change.

I shall forever continue to be:

100% genuine,

unapologetically me.