Strange

Strange

I always seem to be
My Mr rights
Mrs wrong
Sometimes I feel like alone
Is where I really belong

I can lose a bunch of weight
Get some cosmetic surgery
Fix my crooked teeth
And sure
More would look at me

But what am I achieving?
When all is said and done,
I'm afraid I'll hate myself
If I change myself
I'll know they've won.

I guess it's just a matter
Of which is more important to me
To be right and alone
Or wrong and together,
Depressed and angry.

Ya I could change myself
I could get things done
But I wont alter my morals
And they'll still look at me and run.

I'm trapped between two worlds
But to no world do I belong
Maybe I should just forget
Everything
Maybe about my path
I've been completely wrong.

It's not acceptable
To want to be a mother and a wife
You're supposed to want a career
You're supposed to be a bread winner
This is what they tell me is going to be my life.

And if I say I want otherwise
They look at me with such contempt
They remind me of the women who fought for this
Those women are the very people I resent.

Now I don't have a choice
And I can't have what I want
Those women paved my life
They inspire others
But me, they taunt.

The only world that will take me
With my morals the way they are
Won't take me
Because even though I'm pure
I'm tainted by this life
My ideals go too far.

I feel like I can't be me
And live in this modern world
But I can't go backwards either
I've see too much
Know too much
It's a vicious cycle
Forever in this swirl.

So I'm left stuck
In something I can not change
Somedays I think I should just give it all up
Because no one will take me this way..
I'm just too unusual
I'm just too strange.

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