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Don't let them change you. Don't let them break you. Don't let them reform. Or try to create you. You are who you are. And that's enough. I really get sick. Of all this changing stuff.
In this aquarium I noticed Two fish. Both of the same species Alike in size, colour, shape.
As anyone can tell, I am me. I will never swallow a pill they ask me to take. Though I may stand out to a crowd, I am me. I know I dress a little differently, and my hair is quite pink.
I found myself, Have you. I am me not you, I don't care if you accept me. I don't know about you. I am free because I am me. I don't need to fit in.
I have a twisted mind, body and soul, I don't dress the same, Or look the same as you, But at least I'm unique, Unlike you, A flock of sheep, All the same. Never changing.
I am not a follower of the herd. If I were a drink I'd be shaken and stirred. I am a thinker outside of the box. I want my voice to be heard..a lot. I am open whilst others are closed.
~reply to Davedave16's "Common Sense"~ I'll do what I want, Never mind what happens I'll make my own choices Because most things'll mend I won't do some crazy thing With that "YOLO!" excuse But...
I'm falling like an avalanche, I'm drifting like a cloud, I'm singing loudly to the world, Apart from all the 'crowd'.
Why should I change. Why should I conform. Fit inside the box, Of what you perceive the norm. Why should I comply. Why should I adhere, To rules and regulations Of your preconceived idea.
I played with dirt, While they played with dolls, I played pirates, While they played princesses, I read adventures, While they read dramas, I watched action, While they watched romance, I rocked out...
I wasn't like all the other girls, when they wanted to be princesses I wanted to be an author. I wasn't like all the other girls.
Everyone loves the sun, But I like the rain, Everyone loves the beach, But I like the woods, Everyone loves the morning, But I love the night, Why do I like them.
Me thinks I might be a strange child, But that cannot be true. Though my family constantly tell me differently, I am from there blood so...
I've been thinking about perfection. That stereotype we all see. Day after day. There are those people who. Strive in vain to look exactly like models. Wasting their lives away.
Being different is for the strong. It's for the people that are individual and don't care what society thinks is wrong. Wearing only "innapropriate" things from pink.
My music tastes are interesting,. Not what's classed as 'cool',. You see, it's rather different,. From the other kids at school,. I don't like pop,. Rapping and dance,. It really does annoy me,.
Whats wrong with being different.
I'm something different, I'm one of a kind. People think I'm different, I just have a curious mind. I'm the latest trend, At least that's what I think.
M ainly. E xtinct. There is only one of me. Only one person of the sort you see. One person with my exact blue eyes. My barrior holding back the lies. The only one with my same brown hair.
Cookie-cutter people have never appealed to me. Fads come and go, and barely anybody truly sits back and watches as they pass, ignoring the deluge of their companions rushing to see what's new.
Be yourself. Why do people copy each other. If your saying something and another person disagrees after why do you say "ok yeah your right" without thinking.
If everyone were the same, Just how boring would that be. If everyone dressed the same, It would look funny to me. If everyone were built the same, I'd think this world rather too tame.
Yes I dye my hair, Yes I drink a lot, Yes I like to read, Weirdo. I think not. Yes I like fatty food, Yes I like my showers hot, Yes I like my baggy clothes, Weirdo. I think not.
They hate you for the clothes you wear. They hate you for the music you listen too. They hate you for the way you speak. They hate you because your different to them.