Is that you?
Standing against the whole world
You and everyone else
Difficult stand, no doubt
Feet firm on the ground of individuality
On the verge of iconoclasm
Feel the world staring at you, in disbelief
Why not conformity?
The usual stance taken by others
As if you are standing trial
Nothing seems to be convincing
Your ways do not seem trustworthy
That’s how it is, with the world
Convicted of not being a part of the whole
Standing out without remorse
It’s you against you
When the whole society will push you
Towards trials and tribulations
You have to be stronger to hold your ground