One of None

There are many things I have wanted to become and get done.

But instead I became nothing short of none.

I just want to write my story and feel like I have won.

But each day I am blinded by the morning sun.

Fated to a life that is not what it seems.

And in my free time I can only dream dreams.

Why is my mind and heart different from others?

I am not like my sisters and brothers.

I am not like anyone on this Earth nor do I want to be.

Accepting what little I am is the only key.

"One of a kind" is what they all say.

But misunderstood is what I truly am day after day.

I can only see my potential when I am with the one I love.

I fit into his arms like a glove.

Finding my path has left me lost.

I must find my purpose no matter the cost.

For now I shall remain one of none.

My life may be short but I have only just begun.