I’ll Be Me

Woman painting walking in the park figurative art

 

Just a little bit out of control,

Some even call her crazy,

Others say that she’s adventurous and brave,

That she has the courage to simply be

They say it’s strange how she’s able to smile,

Even on the darkest days

And dare to lead, instead of follow

Trying to find her own way

Some call her a rebel,

They say, she never settles for less

And some say that she’s trouble

Always part of some kind of mess

Some look with eyes full of envy,

Wanting to be more like her

Others say that she’s full of secrets,

And gaze as they whisper

And her? Well she already knows

She greets them as she passes by,

Not afraid to be who she is

Because she has nothing to hide

And as night falls, she sits by the window

Staring at the pitch-black sky

She opens a book, pulls out a page

Finally, ready to set herself free

One word at a time,

She begins to write silently

“I know I’m one of a kind,

And you may not always agree,

But that’s the beauty of it all, in the end

You’ll be you,

And I’ll be me….”

She turns around, and looks up

Thanking the blanket of stars for being so kind

For spreading nothing but brightness

In a world where a reason to smile was sometimes hard to find……

 

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