A Bird’s Misfit

 

I think most people are just scared

They’re so scared being different

That they are scared of being themselves

Like I was scared of being myself

Like I was scared of admitting I have flaws

I used to think I was the best of all

And that admitting I wasn’t perfect

Will ruin my perfection

That it will make me weak

That will make me feel powerless

Well, that’s right

It actually happened

I started giving in to the fact that I’m not okay

That I’m struggling

And that things are different than what they seem

Everybody always thinks that I have no problem

That I let their thought form mine

It made me feel like I shouldn’t have problems

Because then it’ll prove their points wrong

And I wanted to please others so bad

That I pretended to be the strong one

For years and years

But not anymore

Because when you’re truly strong

You won’t have to pretend

And you’re different

But you’re good the way you are

Just like everybody else is different

And are good the way they are

Though I feel lonely looking at myself

Compared to my family with each other

Like I’m too different to even fit in

And they’re too beautiful without me

And I don’t wanna ruin their beauty

By being together with them

So I let them be happy

Because it seems like they are

Even without me

But still,

There’s a part of me in them

And a part of them in me

And I might deny that it’s big

Because it makes out a lot of myself

But there’s a reason my fire burns for them

It’s because I still care about them

No matter how hard I try to stay tough

In the end,

I’m still a baby bird learning how to fly

And probably I’ve fallen more than I’ve flown

But that’s why I have wings

It’s to fly up again

Though the wind is sometimes too rough

And the rain is sometimes too intense

It doesn’t change the fact that I have wings

And the fact that I can always just…

…start again…

Slowly tumbling between the slippery branches

Of the trees I call life

And sometimes on to the hard ground

But I’m slowly on my way up

Facing the bright sun

When my time comes

Smiling with pride

Because I didn’t give up