Variegated

This is a poem I wrote for a competition at my school and it was focussed on the topic tolerance. I'm debating on this one so please roast the heck out of this if needed.

I am searching

for someone to pull me out of this mess

A courageous warrior perhaps

to shield me from all the judgemental glances

Is anybody out there?

I feel so, so alone

I need to hold a hand, to grasp onto something that's real

This drowning sensation is too much for me to handle

Who am I? Who am I supposed to be?

Of what exactly do I have to be a replica of?

Somebody, please tell me!

So many rules, which ones am I supposed to follow?

Could you write it out for me? Paint a basic picture, maybe?

So I can know how to be perfect, be perfect like you.

I'll be honest; I'd more than prefer to be a part of a kaleidoscope rather than a perfect Lego structure.

But it seems in order to go through a day; I have to be perfect, like you

Is anybody out there?

Who would reach out a hand and take mine

We can accept together that we're as real as it gets

What is that Lego structure even for?

We can never fit in; we were all born to stand out

What else can we do in a variegated world?