You say that you don’t belong anywhere,
Always feeling like the third wheel,
Always the girl on the edge of the sidewalk,
Trying hard to fit in!
You see their world, silently observing their souls,
The way, most people breathe air.
Don’t you see, that you are made different?
A streak of rainbow on a grey cloudy sky.
On a gloomy day, when most people stay in,
Hiding from the pouring rain,
You dance on the streets,
Celebrating the monsoon!
Why do you want to belong?
When you were made to stand out,
The North Star guiding the faltering ships,
Would never fulfill its destiny,
If lost, among a constellation of stars.
Your world is full of chaos and thunderstorms,
You’ve lived through ages of great sorrow and pain,
Through the pleasure of true love,
And the agony of heartbreaks,
They say that there’re different types of love,
Each one that can bind together,
The chunks of your broken heart,
Like arranging jigsaw pieces,
Of an unknown puzzle.
Your universe isn’t the same as the others,
No one ever got more than a glance,
Of the infinite worlds that you carry within yourself,
So, don’t hide your sorrows,
Behind the calm façade of your smile,
Let it thunder, let it rain,
The sun will shine, the night will wane,
The rainbows will always wash away the pain!
Who you are, is already enough!
Nothing more, nothing less.
Isn’t that a relief?
In a world that calls itself Sane?