I was wrong
All of my life
I yearned for acceptance
Yet
I was wrong
I was me
Why couldn't you see me?
Ahem
You THINK too much
You CARE too much
CONFORM! And you won't be alone
Then
I was wrong
Thought I was
They told me I was
See
I wasn't like others
I knew I didn't feel
As they did. As I should.
But
I was wrong
Self-conscious
Hiding wall-flower
See
Non-conformists are shunned
Except when we hold the key
Gimme what you know! It is mine by
Right
Just be different
Just a nudge, a nuance
I could be like the others
Yet
I was wrong
Told myself I was
A person to be used, harvested
And
Tolerated, not accepted
I yearned for acceptance
Grew older, thought I was wiser
See
I learned to conform
To be like the others
Which I thought meant I was a
Part
Of the whole society
Being social, having
Friends, barbeques, and parties
But
I was wrong
I yearned for something
Other than acceptance
Then
I knew what was
Acceptance wasn't what I want
I was wrong. I want to be heard
Hear...
Me...

I was wrong. Hear me.