Dear human,

Hi.

My name is just another word

And I'm one other person in this world.

You may have seen me walking down the street or sidewalk.

No need to say hello or make small talk.

And I may have seen you.

Maybe wondered about you for a day or two

But never more.

Besides,

We don't make friends with those whom we only see in stores.

But, lets just say we end up having to wave an awkward hello

Or maybe *gasp* have to make conversation flow.

Would you judge me so harshly?

Talk back to me smartly?

Would you think you know what kind of stuff I'm made of?

Worth giving a shot or just a shove?

Would you think I'm down there with scum?

I think I've just become numb

To all those intensely judgemental stares

And disgusted glares.

I'm used to being called a dog

Or a good-for-nothing hog.

It's fine, really,

Because I know that they don't know who I am.

They don't know I'm not a lamb.

I can speak loud and clear

And only those will listen who care to hear.

'Cause let's be real.

Anger or sadness shouldn't be what we feel.

They're another person just like us.

They have their own problems and lives so we shouldn't fuss

About that one word they said

Or that little pinch that goes away in, like, a second.

Let's not make it stick around like lead.

Because lead is poison

And does not let you see the horizon.

It kills you silently and slowly,

Takes you from low to lowly.

And before you know it,

You're gone.

Poof.

Out before dawn.

So please.

Hear me out.

I don't want to scream or shout

So loud that my throat starts to hurt.

Let me make this short and curt.

In darkness you find mysteries

And in light you solve them.

You don't find gems

In the broad daylight, no.

You find them in caves so dark and cold and wet like snow.

You need to find the gem you were always meant to find.

Yes it's hard, I know.

But once you get it you bring it out to the light

To sculpt it and polish it so it shines so bright.

And you might lose it from time and time again.

But it's okay, it's meant to be like that.

It's not like pulling a rabbit out of a hat.

This isn't magic, this is real.

Understand?

Good.

Now remember:

You are one person and frankly you might not matter to a lot of people,

But you matter to yourself.

Be that pretty thing on the top shelf

You only like.

Be odd and unique like one of those weird plants from Hawaii

And be proud to show it.

You also have to remember that you are a human

Along with about 7 billion.

50% men, 50% woman.

Maybe something in between.

We are all differently same.

Samely different?

I don't know.

But you know what I mean (I hope).

So I guess this is 'bye.

For now at least *waves awkwardly*.

~ Sincerely, 

Owlicious :3