Special

 

Thank you God,

For making me special,

Those stares don't matter now.

Although every now and then,

This heart cries,

When the world does not accept me,

For who am I.

 

Thank you God,

For making me special,

People's love doesn't change.

With my facial complexion.

 

It's my own little world,

With nothing fake around me.

Loneliness gives me company,

And sometimes misery.

 

But it does not matter,

My tears dry up,

And my sobs open doors,

To a strong silence.

 

But I still believe,

That an eye waits for me.

Which will overlook the stone,

For the diamond in me.

 

And if I still remain ignored,

I will finally find peace.

From my grave,

My Angel will embrace me.