Eccentric

Y si tu verdadera forma de ser es acreedora de miradas y castigos, a los cuales en algun momento les tuviste tanto miedo que no demostrabas quien eres?... Lo interesante es que eso ya terminó, ya no importan las miradas, y cualquier castigo es aceptado y enfrentado si es el precio de tus ideas...
Y es curioso cuando te preguntan por qué has cambiado tanto,  y la respuesta es "no he cambiado, solo he perdido el miedo".
Una cancion para la entrada:

What do they see when they look at me?

Who are they to judge me
If they never spoke with me?
Never looked without laughing
Never tried to see, see me

I can't believe that it is only me
The person to hate,
The only left out
I can't believe how they can be so mean
If they could feel the brutal stings of their words,
And the bitter cold when they laugh

Once more I'm running
Running away, I must hide
Can't take anymore
A fight to free me from an endless struggle with life
Running, tell me how far should I go
If they're all the same

This fight...
I am fighting my way through

I don't really want to be like them
The way they behave,
The way that they live
I don't really need someone
No people like that,
But someone in a world with warmth and respect
A world without the feeling

I must be running
Running away, I must hide
Can't take anymore
A fight to free me from an endless struggle with life

Running, tell me how far should I go
If they're all the same
This fight...
I am fighting my way through