A specialty.
At the age that:
sons want to be like their fathers,
and daughters like their mothers,
I wanted to be like no others.
Didn't care whether:
I was doomed or blessed,
the worst fate or the best,
as long as I was different from the rest.
At the age that:
others care about fitting in,
hate to lose and love to win,
all I wanted was one thing.
Didn't care whether:
they expected different,
they were foe or friend,
they didn't understand.
At the age that:
teenagers form an identity,
nothing was left to form for me,
All I had to do was just to be.
Didn't care whether,
they thought me wrong,
too small or too long,
I was standing strong,
All I wanted to be was:
Longing, working, free,
killing every enemy,
I wanted to be a specialty.