Blend

Some people are frightened
If they stand out from the crowd
My fear is different
I’m scared of blending in
Of getting lost among the faces

Those faceless people
Are like children’s cereal
Sugary sweetened squares
Hard to individualize
But I am easy to pick out
Because I am the brightly colored toy

I’m the prize at the bottom of the box.

The cereal sounds different too
When poured into the bowl
The cereal says very different things
Than the obvious clunk that the toy shouts

Some days it’s hard to be different
Hard to make different sounds
Or to look different
But I just smile
And remind myself
That I am not odd.

I am special.

I am unique.

I am the prize.