Because I dare to stand alone
they look at me suspiciously
It is as if they’ve never known
they could act independently.
They strive their hardest to conform
Afraid of acting differently
The closer they are to the norm
the happier they seem to be.
What is it drives me to rebel
insist on being different.
There is no sure way to tell
perhaps I’m just an accident
My individuality
Is all I have to prove I’m me.
(11-Jun-07)