If I was like them
would I finally be free?
Maybe I should act a little less
like me.
If I looked like them
would I finally be seen?
Maybe I should look a little less
like me.
If I talked like them
would I finally be heard?
Maybe I should talk a little less
like me.
But even if I tried
to burn out my insides,
I'd be completely different
from what these people want-
I'd lose myself
yet gain nothing.
I can't be like them
trapped in this cage.
Why can't I act a little less
Like me?
I can't look like them
and I'll never be seen.
Why can't I look a little less
like me?
I can't talk like them
so I'm never heard.
Why can't I talk a little less
like me?
I know who I am
I know what I want
So I do what is right
and I know that I'm good-
but it's an empty thought
I can hardly believe it.
But I'll be a little
like me-
Proud and uncertain,
soaring above them.
And I'll look a little
like me-
Boring but vibrant
a mismatched mess.
And I'll speak a little
like me-
Loud with bad timing
hearing those who don't speak.
I don't care what you think I'm
a little like me.
