Up high in the sky
my happy kite flies.
Soaring in the wind.
Glidding like a sail.
Twisting and twiwrling
it never ends.
Oh how lucky my kite is.
Somedays I wish
that I could be him.
Free in the sky.
My own person.
No one to tell me
what to do.
Or what is really right
from wrong.
Up there I could be
the person I really am.
Not a follower
or your average wanna be.
Me.
My own special person.
Showing off
my true colors
for all the world to see.
But a las,
this is reality.
I can't be that kite,
the person I want to be.
Unless I go out into
the world.
And show people who
I really am.
No longer
will I be a follower.
No longer
will I do what's cool.
I am my own person.
My special kite.
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