I’m different and I know it

I’m different and I know it,

I dance and prance in the wind,

They all stare.

I stand out,

But not in a good way,

I’m small, young,

I’m just different.

I get called names,

Like small tree,

And I wish I could change.

I try and try and try,

But nothing can fix me.

I wish on shooting stars,

Staying up late,

Hearing the owls hoot,

Wishing and wishing and wishing,

For change. My mother tells me,

To embrace how different I am.

But I am different and I know it.