I have a fear that I’ll be different from everyone
Else. All this fear and agony squeezing me like
Worrying about what other people think can
Change who you are. For all you know, you could’ve been
a shining star.
I’ve never set apart, I always walk with the crowd
If I’m different I shouldn’t feel depressed, I
Should feel proud. I’m afraid that to
Everyone else I’ll be weird, I wish I could
Let go and all my fears disappeared.
Maybe being different is good? If it was then I
wouldn’t have to hide under a fake personality,
using it like a hood. I’m different and if people
found out then I would become insignificant.
I’m different and I don’t want people to know. To
them I would be some freak-show. They say,
“Don’t worry, I’m your friend.” Little did
I know that was just pretend
I’m different and to hide behind something
I’m not is ignorant. I want to yell it from the highest
Of hills, I’ll be so loud everyone will
People could point and stare and I would
Just not care. The only opinion I care
For is mine and other people should just take the sign.