I'm proud to be different
But ashamed to be alone
Are my emotions so fragile
To be depressed by silence on the phone
The problem with being unique
Is that there is no one like me
And people hate things different
And cling to look-alikes for security
In an " individualistic " society
Why is it that we all remain
Boring repititive
And painstakingly the same ?
Why do people care if
I have rows and rows
Of 3-striped-flag-
Swoosh clothes
"Look at me I'm different ",
Your clothes shout [ Just like everybody else ]
No doubt , two choices , as it seems to me
Be different , change the world
Or blend in discreetly
Why can't I be different [Just like everybody else]