Despite what everyone’s told you
You’ve grown your garden quite tall
Although they came quick as thunder
You’re still first to harvest it all
No matter the strength of the ocean
You’ve willed your sailboat to shore
Waves have come to upset you
But you’ve always been ready for more
Even when you’ve just reached the summit
They insist it’s all just a sin
No matter how perfect the outcome
They never quite give you the win
But eyelids weren’t made to be curtains
They’re not meant to block out the light
And hands are not made to be earmuffs
You can’t close your mind to what’s right
Never deny yourself freedom
to be alright who you are
And know regardless of demons
Being You is what makes you a star.