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I'd rather be kicked out of society for what I am, than accepted for what I am not.

I'd rather be kicked out of this society for who I am,
Than being accepted in it for who I am not.
I won't sit back and watch you tear my world down,
And I won't stand up against it.
I will just be me.
And you will never be you.
I will die knowing where I stand, and what I am.
And you will die never knowing the truth.
You go on doing drugs.
You go for another drink.
You live your life, party by party.
But it means nothing to me.
I see the bigger picture.
I now know the truth.
I know what it means to stand alone.
You only know what it means to eat alone.
Your words bring me down.
With every word, it makes me drown.
But I'll always get back up.
I will never give up.
You just can't hold someone back anymore.
After they figure it all out.
I may be young.
But I'm not a complete moron.
I'm not blind to the lies they feed.
Surrounded in a beauty culture.
In a society where nothing matters except the type of jeans you wear.
Would they feel the same if I held the gun of right and wrong up to their head?
Would they still keep saying what they say?
When I die,
I know I'll go with peace in my mind.
Yeah, it'll be a hard ride.
I'll fall sometimes.
But I'll never stay stuck.
I wish others felt the same.
But they're probably too preoccupied with whose getting game.
Too preoccupied with what shoes they'll wear.
Too preoccupied trying to get everyone's stare, like they really care.
I don't care.
I can't say I don't want to be in society or this culture without people branding you with stupid stereotypes.
I can't wear black jeans and a black shirt without people calling me goth.
I can't wear old jeans and a white t shirt without people thinking I live in my car.
I can't walk outside without being judged from afar.
I would say I don't care.
But we all know it's a lie.
We all say we don't care about what we look like, or who we are,
But we all lie.
Everyday
When I leave my house I'm scared to death
Not of physical harm, not that it may be my last breath.
Just scared that no one else will stand against it.
Or even if they do, they make a big deal about it.
The revolution will not be televised.
I won't conform anymore, I'm throwing out all the lies.
Today I change.
Who I once was not.
Today I am not anyone.
I will never be what you want.
I am proud of that.
I will never say what you want.
I will not conform to a social disease anymore.
I'd rather be kicked out of society for what I am,
Than accepted for what I am not.
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