The experts say it's our differences
That make us beautiful.
So why does the world laugh at
Me for being me?
Why am I labeled things like
Weird, Stupid, and Strange
Just because I'm true to myself?
They laugh at me for being different,
But they don't want me to be the same.
Why are those who have the courage
To be individuals
Persecuted for refusing to conform?
You can point, stare, call me names,
Or talk about me when I'm gone.
I know who I am,
So I don't care.
I will stand tall in this land of critics.
I can endure your insults,
Your sneers, and your laughter.
I know what I believe.
I know who I am.
Do you?