Why does everybody care so much about what is there Why does everybody need to know If someone else thinks they can glow Why does someone have to see If I wear my heart on my sleeve Why does anyone else need to be anything at all like me why does the world label me like campbell's soup If they don't know how low I won't stoop. How come everybody else can't see The person that is inside of me. ------------------------ not my personal favorite, but some friends think its good.
August 7th is my birthday, but I think you've got a good idea in that poem. Fix up the rhythm and it could be great.