It's a funny thing, you see.
The world told me to be me
I was told to be myself
I was told to not be like everyone else

And so I let my inner spirit show
But now all I get is the constant remarks.
The sneering and calling me weird
The laughter at my walk

So I guess deep down you don't like me
And that's the thing
Humans don't like people who are not like them
And I am not like you

I am unique to myself
I am proud of myself
I may regret what I do
But I don't regret being me

We are not free
We are stuck in a revolving hell
And untill we learn to except each other
We will live forever in the constant state of hell.