Rules

I don’t understand the ways of the world,
How I should talk, 
How I should act and what I should wear.
Almost as if there are unspoken rules,
That I was never told.
But maybe that’s what makes me,
Me.
I know I would change,
Go with the flow,
Follow everyone else down the stream,
Laugh along to jokes,
I don’t find funny,
Glare and gossip at those kids sitting in the corner of the lunch room.
Then I remember that I was that kid,
Sitting in the corner,
Wondering when someone would smile,
And stay for a while.
So it’s better in the end,
If I forge my own path,
Even if it’s hard,
Even if I cry myself to sleep some nights,
Even if I lose friends,
I can not and will not,
Go down their river,
If that means I lose sight,
Of who I am.