In a world of whispers, I sing loud and clear,
A symphony of colors that only I can hear.
Each note a testament to the path I tread,
A journey of the heart, where few dare to tread.

Among the sameness, I stand bold and bright,
A beacon of difference, in the darkest of night.
My steps may falter, but my spirit remains,
In the dance of life, I break free from the chains.

The world may gaze with questioning eyes,
Yet in my heart, I know no disguise.
For being different is a gift I hold dear,
A treasure of self, untainted by fear.

So I embrace the melody only I can play,
In the symphony of life, I find my own way.
With every note, I celebrate my tale,
For in being different, I shall prevail.