March To The Beat Of A Different Drummer
Fitting in was never my bag. Though I longed to – I never did. I always marched to the beat of a different drummer – the drummer which is my soul’s essence.
I didn’t rail against society and its conventional standards. I longed to be seen as ‘normal’. My valiant attempts to ‘change’ and be like ‘them’ never worked.
I stood out.
I stood apart.
I wasn’t unpopular – I just never fit in.
Fitting in didn’t feel like a good fit.