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I 
am a hot air ballon
a jet plane, a rocket,
the Starship Enterprise, why?
Because I rise.

I
rise so far above
your judgement cannot touch
me and yet you
squint through your tiny
toy telescope trying
to pinpoint a flaw on my
shooting star.

I'm
galaxies away and
by the time your words 
reach me they'll be old
news fizzle pop out
of existence while
I shine on and
on and on
 


You have to be okay with yourself even if others try to take you down. You cannot worry about what others think, especially if conflicts go unresolved. Remember that you are special and you are worth it. You are special and you are worth it. 


Indigo and art (c) ChocolateQuill

Kind of a response vent inspired by something recently drew.