What if I listened to everyone?
What if I carried on being the black sheep?
Always felt like I was going to get shot by a gun
One day I overcame this crucial heap
I could have sat in the corner
Staying controlled by my disorder
I had the strength to go against
what I was perceived to not be capable of
No longer sitting on the fence
Even if I don’t reach the highest height
I still gave plenty of powerful fight
I could have listened to what people thought I’d be
Used my wisdom as a key to unlock all the massive amounts of potential in me
Today I feel exceptionally proud because
What if I carried on living life in a grey cloud?