• The lights go up,
    your head goes down.
    The cheering never stops;
    inside your mind.

    Don't be fooled.
    I am a "dork".
    But never will I travel
    with your kind.
    The "jock".
    The worshiped.
    The cliche.
    The so-called
    "standard".

    But I don't want
    to be like you.
    I am not the standard.
    I am different
    and I love myself for it.
    So do my friends.

    You're drenched
    in thin love.
    The type that rolls
    right off.
    The artificial kind.

    I am not like you;
    I am not the "standard".
    Therefore, I am not the cliche.
    The worshiped.
    The "jock".
    Yet I am okay with it.
    I'd rather be hated
    for who I am...
    than loved for something
    I am not.