Pieces of Me

So I'm different. They say I look different; talk different They even say I walk different. I don't think so, but what do I know. They say I'm weird, strange And so I've tried to change To fit them, fit in I laugh as they do, talk as they do I do what they do. And I feel so wrong, so used. Thought I was strong, think I'm a leader but I'm a follower; I can't beat 'em. They take me and mold me; force me and hold me down And I drown in their expectations, but I'm seeing through theie "explanations," their lies. Soon I'm gonna try to beat them. To do me, be free, and be me.