The world is thine to perform; it is thy stage,

Thou listen to the Bard of Avon, come out of thy cage,

Thy role is to play thy part and go,

Do not thou care too much about friend or foe.

Thou take note of Ayn Rand’s words; celebrate thy individualism,

Be fearless; be thy own maistre, and develop intellectualism.

Thou hark upon Joanne Rowling; learn to empathize,

Imagination and failures are a necessity; thou need to realize.

Thou listen to Dan Brown; we have both sides inside like a bumbling violet sleuth,

Angels and Demons are just a matter of choice, and what thou choose is thy sooth.

Thou listen to Arundhati Roy, she says life is about the tiny givings;

And also, that a life without love is barely living.

But in the end, thou listen to thyself, because that is what makes thou true,

That is what makes thou unique; an art possessed only by few.

One often forgets his character; seeing other's flamboyance and showiness,

Comes a feeling of jealousy or lowliness:

But care not at all, many times, you will fall,

But then; you will stand erect, with many a defect,

But you will be perfect for yourself,

Be true to yourself; just give it a trial,

If you decide to show your own true style,

You shall bedazzle everyone around!

And then certainly, your own true self will be found.

We are all normal leaves on a tree, and the more we celebrate our individuality; 

And be ourselves; we shield away from normality. 

We are what god made us, so let's just stay that and not copy others. You know, half the world is fake but you’re "you" so give yourself a pat on the back and say yes I can! Because it’s easy to be someone else, it’s tough to be you. And that's what makes you different and special.