See

I like the hard way,

What can I say.

Yes it causes me much dismay,

But it all starts with my philosophies.

I believe what I believe,

In the end that won't change inside me.

Everyone wants to prove me wrong,

Although I get bored and it takes to long.

Through my whole life,

All they have done is cause me strife.

It is a heavy load I carry,

That I have to deal with it till death is scary.

No one understands,

The hardships I suffer because I stand,

Where I stand,

And a change of position will never be in the plan.

I don't try to change anyone,

Because no one else should feel this ton,

That is on my back,

Like a car-rack.

My beliefs lead me in everything I do,

Everything that makes me blue,

Everything I chew,

Everything I muse,

Everything I say,

Everything I crave,

Everything I play,

Everything I want today,

Everything I need,

Every time I bleed,

Every time I am motivated by greed,

Every single sweat bead,

And especially everyone I Love.

Until people figure out,

That to change my beliefs,

Would be like making me,

Into someone that is not me you see.