This is for all outcasts.
For all the girls trying to fit in
for all the guys trying to be better, look better feel better.
All those who are trying run even before learning to walk. Just to be called “NORMAL”
This is for all the forgotten ones,
like they were never there, like it didn’t matter even if they were there.
This is for all those who soak up their tear because mom would feel bad to see them cry. She know that you tried.
For all those waiting on a call, hoping someone noticed that they are gone. or maybe some who would listen to them when things are wrong.
I know what it feels like to be invisible. I’ve been there.
But darling, you are original.
and don’t you dare let them tell you are no good.
You are the best form You, and no one can be any better at being you than you.
So cut off the thread that tags you “Typical”.
Forget the one who forgot you.
You don’t have to fit it! I know the world won’t understand.
Just don’t forget to take your stand
and rise tall with your hand in the air and your head band.
YOU ARE SPECIAL.
and babe, I see you even with your “cloak of invisibility’ on and I can tell you, with you there is nothing wrong.
This is for all of you and all of me.
we are the hopeless,