I know that’s she’s an
Extraordinary girl
Just looking for a place
Here in this ordinary world
But she’s wearing chains to fit
Among the paralyzed
Trying too damn hard to be
Just like everybody else

But she won’t let you call her normal
No
She’s weird
Weird and proud
She says she’s not gonna edit herself according to
Someone else’s censor
Not gonna hem her personality to
Fit this year’s fashions
Not gonna be somebody else
Just so she won’t be alone
Again

Well, that’s what she says
But I’m not sure I believe her
You see
Occasionally
Actions really do speak louder
And she’s always doubting herself
Always relying on others to back her up
Convinced she needs them to hold her up
To keep her from falling down
She loves them and
With them
She is happy

But her happy has a hole
Her crystal bowl a crack
There’s always something
Missing
She’s a crazy puzzle
Who’s always known she has a missing piece
Somewhere around her belly button, actually
There’s a hole
A nothingness quietly gaping

And I’m beginning to wonder
If it’s not really a hole
But a cover
If she’s not missing something
But rather smothering it
If her “hole” isn’t really
Everything she’s afraid to let herself be

I don’t know if she sees the chains
Maybe she’s really got herself fooled
And now
Especially now
I think it’s my job to
At the very least
Try to make her see
To comprehend her true potential
And everything she could do and be

I think she’s far too hard on herself
And I blame them
Them and their
‘If it’s not perfect it’s not goddamned good enough!’
It hurts me to see her
Getting ready to add another
The biggest yet
This may be my last shot

I have to show her that she’s
So much more than ordinary
If everyone
Well, all but the few I know
She’ll point out first
If everyone says the same thing
Can we all be wrong?
Can we all be wrong?

I look at her with complete awe
How is she so oblivious of the fact
That she is and could be
So much more
More than herself or her tame and timid dreams
She…
She’s out of this world
Yes, that’s it
Out of this world

This world she’s trying so hard to fit into
It’s not a world that’s meant for her
She’s supposed to be somebody
I don’t know how to make her
See what I see
I don’t know who
Or what
Or when
Or how
But the whole world should know her name

Alright,
Maybe not the whole world
But somebody
A lot of somebodies
More than me
And us
And this place
She has to expand
Keep the ties she needs,
But leave

Where she thinks is too far
Isn’t far enough
What she thinks is too high
It isn’t high enough
She could have the whole sky
Not just a tame and timid little piece
She could be a dreamer again
And me?
I could be her dream

We, an extraordinary girl.