They don't care who you are, or how you behave. They only want their pay and leave.
Why must it matter if I'm tall, skinny, or short? It's not like they even know what I look like beneath this mask of losing myself.
I'm not someone was born to fit in. I wasn't meant for the shiny green grass and picket white-fence life. I require more color and abstraction to my palate of life.
Why shall those who can't even blend in with the rest judge me on how I so profoundly stand out? There's no mist nor fade to distract you from the fact I'm not who you want me to be.
There's no illusion nor trick to exclude me from the fact I'm not like the rest. And even when I disguise myself to be a carbon copy, I vary even more.
