When everyone is walking fast, I speed up to match their pace

Even though it brings my legs to stone

When everyone is reading a certain book, i open it up too

Even though the story is boring and I yearn for a more interesting one

Because I don’t want to stick out like a weed in a field of wildflowers

Then my petals would fall out, leaving me with a million stares

So I zip up my jacket and pull up my hood like every else around me

Even though, I yearn to show my gleaming hair

But somehow, certain people still lay their eyes on me like watching hawks

And the rocks in my legs began to feel heavier,

And I begin to sweat in my completely zipped up coat

They take my hand and pull down my zipper halfway

I slow down just a bit causing some of the stones to dissolve

And I pause on reading the terrible book I bought

And I begin to show my gleaming hair in the mirror at my home

As years pass, I begin to feel more comfortable in my body

The free spots in my legs feel like a soft cushion

My hair looks like a princesses when she’s going to a ball

And my yearn to read a good book is like a wish for food after a long day at work

So I yank off the coat, and let my gleaming hair fly

I close the book I bought, and open one that’s more my type

I choose my own pace and walk it in every gathering

I hide the coat in a dark hole in my closet, hoping to never see it again

I walk free from the aching always there in my legs

I get so sucked into the books I read that I could read for hours

And seeing my gleaming hair in the mirror makes me smile

Now I’m fine with sticking out, like a weed in a fireld of wildflowers