"Be yourself," they tell you as a child.
And trusting their advice, I was me.
I shrugged off contacts, and stuck with glasses.
Because being yourself is key.

"Be yourself," they say before you grow.
I nodded and I agreed.
So I learned a new instrument,
In the music, I let my heart bleed.

"Be yourself," they tell you in high school.
Yet, now I'm not quite sure.
The me I knew is now evolving,
It's currently obscure.

"Be yourself," I tell myself now,
And spread black gloss 'cross my nails.
I'm really quite confused though,
When you say I'm off the rails.

I've searched myself all deep inside,
and dug a few yards deep.
I'm fairly sure this is the me
That I'm going to want to keep.

So why do you look at me with scorn,
With a tiny twinge of disgust?
Could it be I've been misguided?
I'm confused now, I might combust.

I guess I've learned that "Be yourself" Can only apply to the few
Who come to accept that "Be yourself"
Really means to be exactly like You.