Every person is clothed in beautiful, colorful fabrics,
But is it their true value that shows
When they dance to the tune that society chose?
I hide behind my mask as the time ticks.
Only the comfort of my loved ones can fix
Because they are the only people who know
When my outgoing, weird nature shows.
Because they aren't my critics
Who judges by my skinny appearance,
Who throws sticks and stones
As I listen to my own rhythm and awkwardly dance,
Whose words dig deep into my bones,
Who only gives me a side glance,
Who tries to turn everyone into their perfect clones.