All Nonfiction
- Bullying
- Books
- Academic
- Author Interviews
- Celebrity interviews
- College Articles
- College Essays
- Educator of the Year
- Heroes
- Interviews
- Memoir
- Personal Experience
- Sports
- Travel & Culture
All Opinions
- Bullying
- Current Events / Politics
- Discrimination
- Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking
- Entertainment / Celebrities
- Environment
- Love / Relationships
- Movies / Music / TV
- Pop Culture / Trends
- School / College
- Social Issues / Civics
- Spirituality / Religion
- Sports / Hobbies
All Hot Topics
- Bullying
- Community Service
- Environment
- Health
- Letters to the Editor
- Pride & Prejudice
- What Matters
- Back
Summer Guide
- Program Links
- Program Reviews
- Back
College Guide
- College Links
- College Reviews
- College Essays
- College Articles
- Back
I may not be a rose.
I may not be a rose, i may not be your dream, i may not be your stereotypical teen, i may not wear make up, and follow all your trends, i may not wear the same clothes, or have materialistic friends. why would i be you, when i could be me? fearless, and carefree. I may not blend in with the crowed, but it’s okay to stand out. i stand out like a daisy in a field of roses. i may not be as beautiful as all of you, i may not even care, i may not worry about how i look, or even about my hair. i may not be as smart but that’s okay. Only because I’m happy this way. i feel like knowing what it is all of you like about being the same. Is it the security knowing that everyone thinks just the same as you? blending in is giving in, giving in is giving up and why would you ever give up on being able to be just who you are? so all of you roses beautiful and tall, you can stay the way you are, but me? i change, but only for myself. because as you stay the same, eventually you’ll shrivel up and all you could have been is gone. While you stay the same and shrivel up, I change and eventually when my time comes, i will be taken away with the soft silent breeze of release telling me i’ve done my job and maybe i’ll make someones wish come true. so in conclusion, i may not be normal and i am nothing like you. but the beauty of it? you don’t have to be like me, you don’t have to be like them, they don’t have to be like you. some people don’t realize it, but you can choose who you are.
Similar Articles
JOIN THE DISCUSSION
This article has 0 comments.