Maverick

Am I right?

Everyone else tells me that I am wrong. 

I'm told to toe the line, don't stick out, be like everyone else. 

Let things go and do just enough to get by. 

Stick up for what you believe or love and everyone will come for you. 

People love to hit the nail that sticks out. 

The crowds love to watch heroes fall. 

I try and do what my conscious demands. 

Sometimes I wish I weren't different. 

Sometimes I wish I was like everyone else.

I could be happy to live in blissful ignorance. 

Someone might love and want me if I just gave in. 

But I don't think like everyone. 

Maybe I am the black sheep, a maverick who cannot bend. 

I cannot do ordinary. 

Caged in conformity with no free will. 

I'd rather be true to me. 

Or else who would I be?