I keep writing about being different, being an iconoclast on this blog, since that is what I want to be. However, I realize that this may not be for everyone, so here I present the opposite point of view:
Why should I try to stand apart
And deal with the stress of being unique?
Why do I need to be considered smart
By way of how I do things or speak?
From the common path I can deviate
And alone I can carve my own way
I may get attention (?notoriety) immediate
Maybe there are others whose minds I can sway..
The world, sadly, operates in such a way
That nothing ever comes to you for free
When you decide to be different, that day
You give up all peace of your mind instantly..
The accumulated stress of expectation,
Of fear of failure, of abject loneliness,
The constant insecurity can lead to frustration
And sabotage the joy that should stem from success.
Why, then, can I not merge with the crowd
Find safety in numbers, a conformist be
My life’s achievements may not make me proud
But I will have friends that identify with me.
Maybe the thorny path of ambition
Is not something that I am cut out for
Blending in with others gives me satisfaction
Mediocrity appeals to me, I shall stay obscure.