........I tell you I can't.
You disagree, and I suppose you're right

but I would have to give up everything.

I'd have to burn my clothes
........cut my hair
lie under the sun until my colours fade.
Every morning when I get dressed
I'd ask myself what you would wear.

I would sell my cds
and some of my furniture.

I couldn't sing anymore
because not everyone does
discard my poems and paintings
........scales and scars
Religion, the people I believe in
and those who aren't afraid
would give up on me.

I wouldn't make you laugh
because it's the things no one would say
........that you like.

The things I used to think
would fall out of my head
just full of wondering what I'm allowed
to do, say, wear, think.

The thousand things no one else does
that I'm not even aware I do
would stop.

You'll despise me until I do.
Why do you expect this?
To be loved by everyone, I would have to give up on
everything.