Premise: It’s OK to be different. In some way, we all are.
I stand awkward and unsure
So different from the rest
Unaccepted and rifled with ridicule
Uncomfortable yet hoping to conform
A fate that feels so wrong
I struggle to fight the urge without intent
A path I forever lament
My tribe will love me if only I can find
Those common attributes they say will forever bind
Yet, there is a different path I pursue
Bold and true to myself I burst through
Realize my destiny and prove to be great
Never looking back but only within
Being different without fear for its my fate
There are no barking birds
Unless I choose to be first
I so choose
I will be the lone barking bird
