I wrote this poem when I was writing to HermiaandHero in a maramail.


I am unique.
I'm different than everyone else.
Is that such a crime?
That I want to be unordinary.
Am I just a waste of time?
Do I need to be extrordinary?
I just want to be me
Not anybody else.
That's something nobody will see.
I feel that I am a flower that is late to bloom. Trapped in my petals like a flowery cocoon. But soon I will emerge and face the morning sun.
I'm me, the one and only,
not the only one.