Is It Wrong ?

Is it wrong

That I glance up at the clouds,

Feeling the wind through my hair,

And dream of a mystifying land

Where one can be accepted no matter what?



Is it wrong

That I choose to wear jeans down past my heels,

Baggy and ripped at the knees,

Unlike all the other boys that wear athletic

Shorts, so unscathed and clean?



Is it wrong

That I ask people about their troubles,

Sometimes doing all in my mortal power

To help them surpass the simple,

Even ones I have not defeated myself?



Is it wrong

That while the few friends I have

Dance around giddily and go to

The most extreme only to impress,

But I only hang back in silent content?



Is it wrong

That I do not laugh when others are hurt,

On their knees in blood stained mud,

And I am there with hand outstretched,

Seeming to always be there in time of need?



Is it wrong

That I do not clap, nor do I support

Ones I do not find worthy of it,

Ones who I find in my perspective to be

Quite cruel and bitterly heartless?



Is it wrong

That I choose to sit in the back,

Observe and question from a far,

And wonder why when I do speak up,

It is only taken as a leaf crying softly in the wind?



Is it wrong

That I choose to be one of a kind,

Not part of the crowd, not swimming along

In the universal current of life,

Being my own group, my own person?



They tell me that you cannot win life

Without backstabbing and betrayal along the way,

No matter who you are inside or how honest you are.



But I believe this can only be this:

The world can only be changed if someone is willing to take the steps to change it.