• Sheep

    I look around and all I see,
    Are trends and lies and silly things,
    That people use to hide behind,
    And make them feel more like the crowd.

    I wonder to myself if I,
    Should change my ways and follow them,
    But no, not now, I do refuse,
    For they are who are lost, not I.

    They say they are the sheep, and smile,
    How fitting it is, I think, and laugh,
    They are the mindless sheep of those,
    Who start the fads, so arrogant.

    They think themselves the best of all,
    And flaunt their looks with so much pride,
    Yet still I see that it is they,
    Who are most quickly taken down.

    Hated, they become despised,
    In fact, I've seen some that are killed,
    A tragic fate, it is, indeed,
    Although I see, it's not to be.

    They, too, are sheep, the sheep of sheep,
    Follow the lead to steps of past,
    And then the sheep to them do follow,
    All are lost in one long trend.

    But that is why I do remain,
    Alone, unique, my own desire,
    I follow no one, walk alone,
    And lead the life of honesty.

    I have no need for lies, for I,
    Am pleased with who I truly am,
    And even if I have done wrong,
    I will not try to cover it.

    This is the way I am at heart,
    The best advice I can give you,
    Is be yourself and you'll be fine,
    Don't be a sheep, just be yourself.