The Unicorns

I have always referred to myself as a unicorn and nobody ever understands why. This is why.

This world is full of horses
Everyone follows a crowd
Looks the same
Acts the same
Nobody has individuality
And then there's the unicorns
Who don't let the world
Hold them down
They're free
Some may not be free of their own minds
But they're free of people's opinions
And nobody can stop them
From doing what they love
Even if they're told their whole lives
"You'll always be a horse"
They don't care
Because to them
They know that's not what they are
They know they're more than that
Even if their horns are broken
I know
You know
They know
They'll always be
One of the unicorns