Strangers attempt to change me up; my beliefs see if I stand on them
They want me silenced and photo shopped like Jennifer Aniston
My pockets aren’t deep but my souls an endless well
To those who deserve my kindness, I give it the others I tell to go to hell
When I’m wrong, and times I often am, I pick myself up a try again
If I see you down I will pull you up, don’t repay me by pulling me down into your rut
One foot in front of the other, one breathe at a time
A giant amongst the little people who try to ruin me
My uniqueness my savior in a world that shuns individuality
