Reid@YWP

We all live different lives

We all feel different feelings

"What's wrong with being different?"

That is the question I ask myself every day

Yet I still don't know the answer

I’m at the ocean again, 

and I feel at home again. 

The salt breeze always reminds me of seaweed, 

green string stitched into blue silk, 

brown tangles piled on the rocks' edge. 

Sometimes I don’t understand why 

We all try so hard 

To be something we are not 

So much so 

That 

Everyone 

Behind the walls, 

behind the fences. 

Behind the perfect, 

the imperfections. 

Swallow my pride, 

I am not