Why

I don't know why I am the way I am. I don't know why I talk the way I talk. And walk the way I walk. I don't know why I prefer movies over books. I don't know why I cry over my looks. I had lost myself for a long time. But now, it's my time to shine. I will walk with my head up. I will wave to strangers in the street. I will rejoice when I want to. I won't always dress as neat. I'm living for myself. I wouldn't rather be anyone else. When I get told "you act too old" or "your heart has gotten so cold". I will look around. I will sing a beautiful sound. I will be happy that I stuck around. I will be happy to finally be found.