Conflicts

This is confusing
This picking and choosing
Deciding who to be
And how to be
Walking through hallways
Watching the floor creep by
Hearing some laughter
A comment, a whisper
As I walk hurriedly by
This is confusing
This picking and choosing
Deciding who to be
And how to be
It's true, I suppose I'm a bit of a freak
With dark hair, dark cloths, sad eyes
My mind is so capable
My behavior is horrible
I try to put this out of mind
7 hours a day
Of scorning and laughing
And smirks
Pointing out every
Single
One
Of my flaws, my lackings, my quirks.
This is confusing
This picking and choosing
Deciding who to be
And how to be
If I change my trait
Then they find something worse
If I change how I dress
Then they laugh and they curse.
This is confusing
This picking and choosing
Deciding who to be
And how to be
I enjoy wearing black, bats skulls and chain
But they're making me crazy
Driving me insane
I suppose I'll ignore them
But only for now
I'll get my revenge
I just wish I knew how.
This is confusing
This picking and choosing
Deciding who to be
And how to be