Unique
The beauty of uniqueness they say is when we come as one and diversity is our strength
I’m unique you pique
I’m unique you start believing
I’m unique you become
Doesn’t unique equate to different?
Being unique exemplifies that I’m like no other; in words, in thoughts, in attitudes, in frivolities, in competence, in likes, wants, disdains, and ambitions. I stand alone! In my pool of psyche. Unakin’ to every other. Different in cord and comfort. Woven with uncordial laces and threads.Â
How then can we understand each other?
I have none my heavy stones to carry; none my challenges to resonate with; none to row my boat with; none to build my castle high with. I’m cast out like the black among the white or quite frankly the white among the black. I have none to share in my joys because who laughs to a joke, they can’t understand. I’m lonely perhaps you call it.Â
Living in my microworld just IÂ Â playing all the characters because I chose to Unbend to customs and traditions. My thoughts blur the frail minds of others, my actions seem eccentric at its very best.Â
I’m a walking complex of authenticity. Neath the burden to endeavoring to conform. My visions make sense to solely to my mind alone. An Independent man I am. My aspirations affright others. Quintessentially quirky. My flaws are magnified, disdained. My sense of dressing is preferably me-Nike. Unblinded to slights and unyoked criticisms. My pinnacle of purpose is published as a penance of possibilities. Being unique only makes one unaccompanied. I live in my world, Equivalent to different.
Preferably I’ll stay sameðŸ˜ðŸ’”
@ThatBlissfulWriter
Constance is an aspiring neurosurgeon with a swelling passion for creative writing.
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