Potential
Hard to find who you really are
When everybody around you
Wants to define you
Shape you into something they expect you to be
Why give them such a power
Giving them the right to make you one of them
Just another face in a crowd
It’s a frightening power really
A crowd is called a crowd for a good reason
When you stand in one
Look at the person next to you
The color of their eyes might be different
The color of their skin might be different
But in the end they’re still the same as you
Putting themselves in a crowd
Because someone else put them there first
Being part of the same crowd
It can be hard to break away from such a place
As lifeless as being one of them gets
You start to believe it’s easier
To be just another face in the crowd
For they say outsiders
Those who aren’t in that very crowd
Who kept the power of defining themselves
To themselves
For themselves
Is frowned upon
Shunned
Unworthy of even looking at them
Why be alone and be hated by people
For something you are
When you can be surrounded by people
Who love you for something you aren’t
Maybe it seems easy for someone to tell you
That being different isn’t not as bad as they made you think
Breaking away from something that you’ve been part of for so long
Could be one of the hardest experiences of your life
But it becomes so beautiful in the end
Because in the end
You are finally You
Small steps lead to something greater
Don’t let people tell you who you are
You tell them who you are
Who you really are
Life’s too short to be something you’re not
To be part of a crowd with expectations you feel like you’ll never reach
Seize the power to be something you’ll be proud of
To be something greater
Take back the control of your life again
Because it was always yours to begin with
and take the world by storm
And be free