Why do some people fail to see that if we were all the same it would be boring? |
Being Different Why on earth should they care how I do my make up and hair? Why should they be bothered by the clothes that I wear? Why do they take the mick out of the way I speak? It’s not like I’m some kind of circus freak. So what if they don’t like the way I dress, Maybe I’m jealous of them, I confess, Why does it matter what boys I admire? Should they care what my heart desires? So I don’t look like I’ve stepped out of a magazine, I’m not into all of those stupid beauty regimes, I don’t want to be one of their clones, Why does it matter that I’m individual, on my own? I just want to be myself, And not be judged by everyone else, I suppose I just wanna be different and fit in, Now somebody tell me, is that a sin? Why does it matter if I don’t go around swearing? Why should they care if I’m outrageous and daring? Why should they care what colour I paint my nails? No matter what I do, they will tell false tales, I’m not even half way to reaching perfection, But I’ll stick up for myself; I don’t need protection. Who knows what will happen; I don't know my fate, Though i do know for sure that I won't be their bait. I know who I am, I am myself, Why would I want to be anyone else? |