Do I have to be mainstream to be cool?
To be noticed?
To have many friends who laugh at my jokes?
To have followers everywhere I go?
From Twitter, to Instagram
To Facebook, to MySpace
But is it really my space?
When I have to hide and try to rearrange and organize
To please others
So I can be noticed
I shouldn’t have to abide by the norms of society
And think like everyone else
Believe in what everyone else believes in
And be the same as everyone else
I should have the right to just be me
But the world doesn’t work like that
We have certain guidelines and rules to follow
To be considered part of society
Or be labeled as an outcast, a misfit; a nobody

So that is why I must wear my clown mask every day to please others
So they won’t tease me
So they won’t pester me
I wear it so I may have friends
But they really aren’t my friends
They cannot accept me for me
In actuality I am all alone
A lonely traveler wandering the Earth in search of love and acceptance
I will always hope until the day I fall, that someone will love me
For me