Spoiler
For each stanza but the last, there is a corresponding one. The first and the 18th, second and the 19th, third and 20th, and so on.
I'm a leader,
but a born follower.
A traveler that needs
to settle down somewhere.
A boy trapped
in a girl's body.
A wooded creature
enclosed by stone.
I'm a color not allowed
into the rainbow.
A long book
with my pages ripped out.
A best friend to myself,
but always the enemy.
I'm a spiral stair-
case stuck straight.
A detailed math book
in a science room.
I'm blue eyes
trapped by murky brown.
Spices lined up uselessly
on the marble kitchen floor.
I'm a volleyball player
on the basketball team,
A portable laptop
glued to the table,
A plush, pretty toy
that shall never be used.
A brand new pen
that ran out of ink,
A strawberry growing
on a pepper plant.
I'm ugly, disgusting,
and I'll never fit in.
But I refuse to stop leading
the stubborn mule that I am.
Never settle down
anywhere in the whole world.
I'll let my meager,
feminine self out.
Embrace the difference
that defines me.
I'll make my own sparking
rainbow, it'll be better than the others.
Write all new pages,
better then the first.
Become only myself to me,
a neutral ground.
I'll never quit trying to bend,
because I know I'm getting somewhere.
Draw about dinosaurs
on every single page.
Break through the mud
that holds me back.
I'll make myself beautiful,
for my sure-to-come company.
I'll learn basketball quickly
or die trying to score.
Cut all the glue from under me,
the glue that will never let go.
I'll find a new kid,
She'll love me forever.
Use water, oil, anything
to be usable again.
I'll take the difference and use it to
my own advantage, make myself better.
I'm beautiful, amazing,
and I'll be the shining star.
Whatever it is, I'm me.
And guess what? I love it.
