I feel so out of place because i do the things that swans do and all these ducks around me are condemning me for not doing what the rest of them (the majority) do.
I'm not a duck. I don't look like them, i don't speak like them and i most certainly don't act the same as they do.
See, the guy i love is the most beautiful duck in the pond. In fact, he is the most beautiful duck out of all the ponds in the world. But the point is that he is a duck. And just because he's beautiful doesn't exempt him from this fact. I guess he has had the opportunity to become a swan, but he wasn't willing to make the effort, and he wasn't willing to give up his duck habits.
I really need to get out of this pond full of ducks and go find myself a nice pond full of swans (and, i guess, the occasional duck). I need to hop off this ride and jump onto another; one that will take me to a stop somewhere near the Lord. That's where i want to go.
I just need to pack up my stuff and leave now. I have to leave my beautiful duck behind and i need to stop caring what the other ducks think. After all, they're just ducks.
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