Inflection
Is it wrong to be different?
If it is. . . I don't ever want to be right.
You just sit there boring me with politics, your philosophy, and judgmental remarks.
While I'm up on my feet, owning my own skin, walking with dignity, and shrouded with humility.
No matter what they say, I'll always be true to me.
I may be stupid. . . but I'm not dumb.
I may be carefree. . . but my heart is not numb.
I'll let you be you. . . while I do me.
I know you're only hurting, you need a real friend, someone that will embrace thee.
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