I know a snowflake, pitter patter snow
Gets easily offended, by everyone I know
Sensitive as flowers, in the blazing sun
Trampled underneath, never having fun.
I know a snowflake, will take you to the brink
Delicate like crystal, not as special as they think
Selfish, selfish, selfish, anything but wise
Feels entitled to a lot of praise, and don’t dare you criticize
Be the ‘best version’ of yourself, Is the snowflake’s cry
Never ever people please and don’t eat humble pie
Can’t see the wood for the trees, so taken up with woes
You are wrong and they are right, I think that’s how it goes
Politically correct, they’ll do it just to spite
And if you have a different view, they’ll scream and stomp and bite
Two meanings to the word, like the ‘special’ of old
Which can mean the opposite, of what we are told
If someone was called ‘special’, back in older days,
It could mean different things, it could go different ways.
We are all unique, and burn with different flames
Cut from the same cloth, but our clothes are not the same
But by labelling people, as we go,
It can sometimes help to make it so
I know a snowflake, now who could it be?
What did you just say, the snowflake’s me?