Being Different

 
At one time I wanted to fit in  
I followed trends though  
Hated the concept of being trendy  
But if all fell apart too soon  
when I realized I was different  
Always a loner before I knew  
there was a name for it  
Feeling outside everyone else  
Doing most of the right things  
in life but abstracting concepts  
Maybe it's because I'm a Scorpio  
We always stand alone  
Now later in life, because of my  
quiet nature  
Everyone wants to share their misery  
with me  
Usually it's an onslaught of cumbersome babble  
I accept being different  
Not quite fitting in  
Why the fuck do you think I wear so much black ?  
Everyday is not a funeral, or is it ?