you say you are weird.
you think you are nothing.
but i think its weird
you don’t see the something
within this “nothing”.
you show me your scars.
you tell me your past is real.
but this is the right time
to let go of the past
and its scars,
and look into the now
and its stars.
you tell me you’re a freak.
you feel awkward in your own skin.
but i think you are beautifully different,
like a black unicorn
in a sea of white horses.
you want to lock yourself inside forever.
hide in the shadow of long kept fears.
but i want to run with you
through the crowded streets,
shout to the whole world
how amazing you are.