Who am I and where have I been

I feel like butter that's been spread too thin

I've lost myself trying to fit in

And that's society's poison

I feel afraid to look for the real me

No one would accept me naturally

I've cornered myself, never being free

And that's the poison of society

We are coerced to act exactly the same

We are taught to treat life like it's all a game

We are told to be normal, but normal is lame

Is being different such a huge shame

I was told when I first came to school

To try to fit in and try to be cool

I've lost my identity and I feel like a fool

I stopped being benevolent, fun, but not cruel

I've lost my idea of what it is to be good

I'd take my wrong actions back one day if I could

I'd much rather go back to being misunderstood

At least there, I knew where I stood

I've been forced to change to match the normal

But I now find that was wrong

Who I was then seemed so informal

But I was who I was and I was strong

The horrible poison is called society

It causes so many people anxiety

Offering no desire for variety

Which is the number one cause of notoriety

If people were to see who I really want to be

They would no longer see the thing I call me

I don't think I'd be called honorary

But is that what it takes to be free

Must we defy that which is seen as right

If we do, will we change for the better overnight

Would the change be worth the excruciating fight

Would the change invite people to feel delight

There is nothing we can do except defy

But to defy is nothing we can simply buy

To defy, we must genuinely try

If you're not with me, you're against me, in which case, goodbye