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Every person must face one great choice.
Do I go with the crowd, or do I fight?
Do I stand alone or become one with the faceless mass?
Can I stand the abuse, or will I conform to be liked?
I have made my choice and faced the consequences.
I have weathered a storm of abuse for being different.
Now I have come to the other side, the lighted tunnel.
Now I am accepted, no longer taunted.
I have reached a point where others are mature enough to give acceptance.
I rise and don a black shirt, play my music,
And revel in my freedom to be me.