I was an outcast.
Nobody wanted to talk to me.
Everyone stared at me
Because my clothes weren't like theirs.
I liked my clothes,
So colorful and bright,
But they clashed,
So they said.
I was shy,
And didn't like them looking at me.
I cared what others thought.
I wanted to have friends.
So I changed.
I changed myself
To be someone I'm not.
That's when someone told me,
"Why try so hard to fit in
When you were born to stand out?"
I realized at that moment,
That I liked the way I was.
I didn't need to change
Like conventions urged me to.
I was along the road
To being nothing,
Someone who was average,
Concealed, hidden in the crowd.
I believed in myself enough
To embrace the way I was.
I stood out,
And that was just fine with me.
Leah that was awesome! I loved it and I really liked the way you talked about being different and how it doesn't matter at all what anybody else thinks of you, your clothes, or anything. I also like the way that you connected it with conventions. I really liked it! I couldn't think of one thing to change! Great Job!
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That was amazing, Leah! My favorite part of it was when you said, "Why try so hard to fit in, when you were born to stand out?" That was a perfect sentence for this poem. I loved it!
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