I close my eyes and realize that life isn't so simple. It's not fair or kind. My life is an echo in a cave with many others. I'm a leaf in a tree, or is that just me? Sometimes, I feel unordinary and broken. if I'm a leaf in a tree, why is no one like me? Well, they make fun of me and laugh at me, like I'm nothing at all like them. People are always making songs about how they feel out of place, but no matter what I'll always feel misplaced. My situation is slowly increasing while my courage quickly decreasing. Will I ever feel safe? Will I ever feel good? Will I always be misplaced? Is there a place for people like me, where we can be free? I want to have that special feel, that's so safe and warm, that makes me feel like I belong there. Can I be free? Can I be me? Or am I a fake? A copy? Am  I just a plain freak? They treat me like I do everything wrong and when I think I did it right, they scold me even more, like I pushed away the sunlight, because for me, nothing's right!  I'm a leaf in a tree, but I'm turning red in the summer, not the fall, and I'll never fall. If I do, I'll float. I'm not the echo. I'm the original voice, forgotten. I'll soar across the sky and maybe I'll find my place, but all in all, I'll feel right.