Being Different

Being Different

Why on earth should they care how I do my make up and hair?
Why should they be bothered by the clothes that I wear?
Why do they take the mick out of the way I speak?
It’s not like I’m some kind of circus freak.
So what if they don’t like the way I dress,
Maybe I’m jealous of them, I confess,
Why does it matter what boys I admire?
Should they care what my heart desires?
So I don’t look like I’ve stepped out of a magazine,
I’m not into all of those stupid beauty regimes,
I don’t want to be one of their clones,
Why does it matter that I’m individual, on my own?
I just want to be myself,
And not be judged by everyone else,
I suppose I just wanna be different and fit in,
Now somebody tell me, is that a sin?
Why does it matter if I don’t go around swearing?
Why should they care if I’m outrageous and daring?
Why should they care what colour I paint my nails?
No matter what I do, they will tell false tales,
I’m not even half way to reaching perfection,
But I’ll stick up for myself; I don’t need protection.
Who knows what will happen; I don't know my fate,
Though i do know for sure that I won't be their bait.
I know who I am, I am myself,
Why would I want to be anyone else?