OR SO I HOPE

I do not belong here. Something feels so wrong here, and I won't change the way I am just to fit in. 

I just need a chance, to make my dream - our dream - come true. And just escape from this town. For the moment, it feels like there's no way out. I'll pray.

I am so different to the people I know. I seem distant even when I'm with my friends - bff, the only exception - because I feel like a weirdo. And I feel like no one will ever love me for who I am. But they say when you're different, it takes longer for you to find that special person. I don't need a prince charming in a white horse, what's more, I don't want one. I'd rather a rocker in a motorbike, or just a boy in a bike. 

I just have faith in that hopefully someday i'll find my place in the world. 

Is it possible in the slightest?

I have a dream. We have a dream. It's our dream. We've turned it into plans. Plans, for the future. They require effort. It won't be easy. At all. It'll be hard. It'll require sacrifices. It'll be hard. It is worth it. We'll laugh when we reminisce this not-so-good times. We'll burst into laugh. We'll be happy.
We have a dream. It's a big dream. A beautiful dream. An impossible dream. Or not that impossible?