_The waves crashing on the shore._

_Time ticking._

_My heart beating faster._

_The wind blowing harder._

_”Why can’t I be the same?”_

_No one answers._

_Because I can’t._

_No one is the same, it’s just a mask._

_Popularity matters._

_Uniqueness doesn't._

_If I ever found friends that accepted me…_

_Why aren't they here?_

_Because it was fake._

_They never really cared._

_It was all pretend._

_As people walk past I try not to cry._

_Because that would be embarrassing._

_Why though?_

_Why can’t I cry when I feel like it?_

_Because this world doesn't accept different._

_But that's the problem._

_It isn't different, it’s the same._

_We just pretend it’s not._

_We can’t be beautiful weeds…_

_Only beautiful roses._