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.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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