A Hand Always Needs to be Held

I'm at the middle of this bridge.
Ready to jump into the clear water of society,
or fly into the sky and catch the stars I so longed to dream.

I day dream so often.
It must drive everyone around me insane.
I'm ready for the real world.

And I'm ready to meet new people.
I'm not saying everyone here is the same.
But they are somewhat similiar to each other.

Everyone should accept everyone.
We all have flaws and we all have things we are great at.
Flaws shouldn't stop us from talking or being friends with someone.

Flaws...
As I define them...
Are things that make us our own person.

Yes, some may be common among people.
But in the reality of it, we are still us.
We are still unique.

Why can't we figure out that we can help each other?
Helping people makes me feel so good inside.
Like I've accomplished something.

And I know the people I help can see the generosity in me.
They can see it in you as well.
Lend a helping hand.

Because sometimes we all need some help.