I am an individual,
my hair is curled. I stand tall.
people think I'm crazy,
weird, a freak.
My parents say that
there's no one like me,
and that I'm shy.
But really you are all like me
different, judged by others,
an outcast in society.
We all try to be accepted,
to join the circle,
the crowd of people,
to be considered normal.
People laugh and stare,but
we are all part of the same world.
you with your unique style,
your little obsessions,
Even those people with everything
or nothing at all.
We are individuals,
We must stand tall.