Some must think that I’m crazy.

Some may call me a fool.

But you’d have to be ever so lazy

to think such a thing – or so cruel.

I may often seem a bit odd

a bit off the deep – this is true.

But since through my life I must plod

I’d rather be me than be you.

To act out and not care what is thought –

the ultimate freedom of life.

Such battles needn’t be fought –

the battle to win over strife.

Aren’t you sick of the mask?  Won’t you wear

your soul on your face, in its stead?

All it takes is the tiniest tear

and the pretense is falling down – dead!

You think this is not what is meant –

you grumble and gripe and complain.

But you laugh because you think I’m different

and I laugh ‘cause you’re all the same.