What's Up

What's up with this world that torments me? Everytime I think I got it sorted out It comes back and slaps me in the face. Why do we all have to be a certain way? Dress a certain way? Act a certain way? Why do they tell us to be "normal" When they can't even define normal? There is no normal. We are all different. Some more than others, but we are all different. Why must we hurt? Why must we cry? Why must we all try to be like everyone else? If you were all brave enough To step out of the crowd And do your own thing There wouldn't be any intimidation. Think about it...