“You’re full of foolish thoughts, you know,
Some too fast, some too slow,
Some too shallow, some too deep.
Read the room.
You’re so…unique.”

“Why can’t you talk like all the others?
Dress like them? Why don’t you bother
Fitting in? I think you could, it’s true.
But you’re so different.
You’re so…you.”

Child, don’t heed the voices;
The right friends will come along.
They won’t be assigned, like a locker at school,
They’ll be sewn to your soul.
You don’t just…choose.