Is It Wrong?

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I don’t like being right all the time.

Where’s the fun in that?

The world seems so on-cue.

I don’t like doing that either.

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I’m not going to say I’m completely different;

no one is, really.

Everyone always has something

that is just like

someone else’s.

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I’m just saying that, it seems to me,

I’m different,

in more ways that one,

to everyone else.

Even if some things are

the same.

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I am weird. I like it.

I love the way people think

I’m crazy.

Is it wrong?

Can I be a wanderer

in a world full of lemmings?

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Sheep. Black or white.

They pick on each other just like

we do. We’ll always do.

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I’m not saying I’m a black sheep;

there are plenty of those.

I’m not a white one either –

definitely not.

…

I’m different.

Is it wrong?

Can I be a purple sheep

in a flock of black and white?

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I say yes to that

but sometimes I say no

to other things.

I don’t lie to protect

and keep content.

…

I’m not saying I won’t feel bad,

but I won’t say yes

to keep a smile on

your face.

…

I’m real.

Is it wrong?

Can I say no

in a world full of yes-men?

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Yes. No. One. Two.

Two personalities.

Three? Four?

…

I’m not saying I’m schizophrenic;

that’s a serious problem.

My mind’s just a bit…split.

Split in five? Six?

I lost count.

It doesn’t matter.

…

I’m me.

Is it wrong?

Can I be me

in a world against me?

No? Too bad.

I say yes.