Conformity and Confusion

Sometimes I feel like the destroyer Sometimes I think that I create A horrible whirlwind nightmare That whisks everything away What's more important? To be right or wrong To exist in a world where I can't be myself? Should I give in to these demands? The longer I live the more I see That the only way to exist is conformity It's hard to be an individual No matter what the media may preach Being yourself is not a good thing No one will praise you for your differences People accept what they know and reject what they don't It seems that's the way of the world I can scream and kick all I want But that doesn't make friends But that isn't a life If I want my life to be easy I should give in If I want my life to be hard I should stand Few people will stay beside me Happiness will not be the end Right now all I can feel is the hurt inside That makes my stomach twist into knots I question myself, what have I become? I discover there is few people I can trust Everyone talks, nothing is sacred Friendships mean little, when nothing is kept No one is with me, everyone is against Disillusioned I take a step back There is only one way to live in the world I must give in and accept