It Isn't Always Easy Being Me

I've been frequently right, And I've often been wrong. I've had plenty of breaks And made lots of mistakes, I've been weak, I've been strong. Looking back, now, I see That is my destiny, What else is there to be But what I am? I've been good, I've been bad, Much more sinner than saint. I've been wooer and wooed, I've been misunderstood, Been called perverse and quaint. But I do what I love, And when push comes to shove, What more is needed to prove That I am what I am? There are times I fit in, Times when I don't belong. I hear opening chords And start singing the words To a whole different song. But I rise when I fall, And though my footprint is small, Still I strive to stand tall And be all that I am.