"Who am I?" We all ask this At one time or another Sometimes this answer comes swiftly Easily based on my sense of self "Who am I to them?" That's a tough question I swirl around the question Like a planet in orbit Hoping I can become a comet Break free from painful confusion It's the taciturn "them" that won’t say Even if I ask directly So, I live comfortable in myself But uncomfortable in the world.
To not be seen a looser I have to choose to be a winner But who am I trying to impress Who gets to decide the rules What if I'm an independent thinker What if I decide not to compete Instead, can I live the label Can I defy the game they're playing Accepting some might call me a looser Because I'm happy being my weird self.
Words like "angry", "resentful", "righteous" Group think makes them infectious One bad apple spoils the bunch One mean girl sets the tone When ladies gang up, I don't take part If a friend is cruel, I rethink that friend I may not fight for what's right But I don't put up with what's wrong My silence and absence is active Being right can be lonely But I won't let ugly infect me
the on thing I can say is I'm brave enough to walk away.