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Changing My Stripes
It has always been said that a zebra can't change his stripes
I wish that I can change mine seeing that I can't do nothing right
I don't see the point in being who I am because it's never acceptable
Everyday in life I feel that I have to change and stay adaptable
I can't find a happy medium and appear to be too extreme
I'm always misunderstood and no one knows what I mean
There's never a time that I'm not being told that I'm way too serious
Looking out for the feelings of others makes me appear delirious
What would happen if I decided to change my stripes
If I decided to take life as a joke and didn't put up a fight
Doing just what is expected of me but not too much
Completing the task given to me minus the finishing touch
If I stop going above and beyond to satisfy other people
Stop yielding to broken authority but instead try being their equal
Learn to start breathing the air others take in and not care
In this world people like me never win which isn't fair
Like our unique finger prints no two zebras share a match
I can appear overly emotional to those who don't know the facts
It hurts to know my personality
causes me to appear unstable
Just because I aim to please I'm also gaining a losers label
I seem to hurt myself trying to make other people happy
Losing my self respect while others are laughing at me
That day will come eventually when this zebra would change it's stripes
Something is going to snap and cause my emotions to go on strike.
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