Displaced

Like a rock in a pile of diamonds
You see me but not one with the crowd.
I dont fit in.
Its self explanatory. I'm the odd one out.
Its easier said than done.
Go with the flow,
But it is how maybe you dont know I have a flow of my own.
Is it scary to think maybe I'm not the idealistic person you want me to be.
I tried, I really did but, Misery loves its company.
Don't push me around, Its not going to change me.
We can pretend I'm like the wind.
You feel me but don't see me.
But then again theres that one person
Who counts all the faces,
Tells me why look at whats so different from others.
Why not look at what we have in common you might not see it but its there.