If One One was a race horse
Then who am I to be number two?
If Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear that had no hair
Then what would make me so rare?

Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers
But all I did was pick fights.

When the little girl sold sea shells by the sea shore
No one questioned her
So why me
Why question me?

What did I do to deserve the odd behavior?
What did I do to deserve the harsh treatment
The pain
And the misery?

All I want is to be like you
A fairytale
A princess
And a warrior

I just want to be myself.