Dying To Be Different

Prose about the struggles to be okay with yourself

In a world where conformity is the norm, I will toot my own horn, I found myself in quite a storm. A desire burning deep inside, To break the mold, no need to fold.

Dying to be different, I confess, To stand out in a world of sameness. I’ll shout it from the rooftop or do a walkabout, To paint my life with vibrant hues, And chase the dreams I’d never los…