The Inside Looking Out

Everywhere I go, people stare.

Jean skirts and long hair.

I hear them whisper, and 

no one understands,

Why I don't conform to the worlds demands.

Some ask me why,

and some may even try,

To make me break and try life their way.

Most know Im different, 

and I'm okay with it.

But when people see me, 

I hope it's not me that they see,

but Jesus in me.