You are a scary thing, indeed. Just terrifying. I’d be scared of the real you too if I were you, what with your hopes and dreams, fallen-star wishes and dumbed desires.
You dream too big. You aspire too high. You want to be too amazing.
Oh to be anyone else but me, you say. Silly creature you are. Anyone else but you? Me oh my, I wouldn’t be anyone else but I.
It’s you, it’s you, It’s you who makes your world go round. It’s you who falls in love. It’s you who aches to be amazing. It’s you who chooses, so why not choose you?
And how dare you not be you. Don’t be me; I do not wish to be a passing phase. Don’t be him; he was him first so you’ll never win at that.
Don’t fear being you. You should fear being him or her who never truly was he or she.
Better the world misunderstand your authenticity than completely reject you as an unnoticeable rehash of someone else.
Be you. The real deal. The genuine article. The one and only. The real McCoy. The first rate version of the original. That way you’ll never be scared of being you because nobody can beat you at that.
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