and when we dont we spit in the face of destiny
some of us were meant to fit in
ive never met any of those people.
everyone ive ever met was unique and interesting and flawed and superb and
just as fucked up as me.
yesterday i met this beautiful young lady who grew up around people who were so different than she was
that she never learned the beauty in herself
because all of her friends growing up
either didnt see the beauty in her or felt uncomfortable admitting how much they were into her.
no one ever told her when she was a little girl
that some of us were meant to stand out
which is good and bad
for one, you cant hide.
for two, all eyes are on you
for three all the girls are gonna stare and all the boys are gonna make fun.
except for those who also stand out
embrace your uniqueness
it’s how the angels above can point you out