Who Are They? Or Who Am I?

I'm a strange and secluded person, I know that now. I wouldn't change, For this sex driven world, I embrace it, I am strange. Peculiar by all means, A girl who doesn't know, doesn't think. I keep to myself, My weird fantasies only for me to myself share. In reality, I don't know who's strange anymore, Them, so perky and brainwashed, Or me, The old soul that hardly opens up.