I was once a teen, at sixteen, wanted to fast forward time to 18
hoping to uncurl my spine from the cocoon of low self-esteem.
I wanted to be a butterfly, find freedom in the air and kiss beautiful flowers for a living.
I wanted growing to strengthen my backbone.
I was told to be bold, walk the streets like a king, a lion King;
roar my dreams into reality.
To get out of my lonely cave, find courage and be brave,
say my name with pride, claim my place in the world.
I was told my words should mirror my beautiful soul and no mirror should tell me otherwise.
In hope we awake our dreams and envelope our limits.
Beyond the sky lies not our limit because we inhibit and limit ourselves.
find the confidence in self, and let your brain dance with the clouds,
and tell those clowns who teased laughed at you, the joke is on them.
Written by the Hectic Nine-9 fans and compiled by Lingua Franca
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