You.

You used to hate when people call you a disaster; you wrap it in your heart like a blanket even when you knew better. You shrugged your shoulders, sharp shivers and hope for someone who can love you forever. Yet, when you finally realized to only preserve your sentiments to those who matter. You end up falling apart, attacked by an untamed current. You saw how roses and sunflower wither and how you were uniquely different. If a wildflower like you blooms amid adversity. But perhaps, unlike the rest you are not someone who needed to be saved from the unfairness of society. You might be unknown, unwanted and misunderstood like a dandelion. You must remember that you are a memoir of staple springtime in the horizon. From every piercing eye that used to cut you. You do not need to run away from it anymore, walk with your head held high and you will never have to worry again because now, you know what’s true. Never let yourself be swept with hearsay. Prove to them that being standard is not always mandatory, you can choose your own path, yet it never equals that you’ve gone astray.