I wanted to be a part of a ‘we’
Just to fit in and do no wrong
I wanted a sense of unity
All I wanted was to belong
Now it’s so, but I have this fear
I like my reflection, but there’s doubt
My mirror’s made of glass, it is clear
All I see are others, I’m looking out
I enjoy the traits of those that I friend
But I can’t be afraid to stray from the norm
I have no intention to insult or offend
But I say, to belong is not to conform
I still don’t desire to be unusual
But it’s a fair price to be an individual
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