Why be someone else
When there’s no better person at being you than yourself
Why change yourself for other peoples’ sake
When you’ll be nothing more than a fake

Why would you stress over your imperfections
When there is no such thing as perfection
Why cry about the crude statements
When you’re in charge of your own development

Why be a reproduction
When you could be limited edition
Why turn into someone new
When many will love you for being you