Playing the Game

They call me wierd
They call me strange
They call me odd
Sometimes, even deranged.

They say I'm a 'spazz.'
They say I need a life.
I tell myself that I just have pizzazz.

They say I'm wierd.
They say I'm strange.
They say I'm odd.
Sometimes, even deranged.

I laugh it off with a shrug.
I force a smile.
I say my differences
Give me pride.

But they dont.
Maybe I should change.
Maybe I should act differently.

But that would be
Giving into
Their cruel game.

Every day
I'm forced to force a happy laugh.
When can I take off this
Burden of a mask?

I won't give in.
I love being different,
I tell myself.
Lies, lies, lies,

Are holding me together.
My friends tell me to ignore it
But when I walk by,
Those monsters practically spit.

At home I cry.
I let out all the lies.
I don't like my personality.
It makes me act so differently.

I say,
What's so great
About being
The same?

But what's
So great about being
Wierd,
Strange,

Odd,
Or even deranged?
But no matter what,
I know,

I won't give into
Their twisted games.