Weirdo

I am a weirdo everyone says so.
Because I make good grades I’m a teacher’s pet.
I like pink so I must be a prep.
I like black so I must be a Goth.
I am weirdo everyone says so.

I’m in the school band so I must be a geek.
And hey I even like to read. What does that make me, a nerd?
I have long hair and like tie-dye shirts, so am I a hippie girl?
I fall down stairs, crash into things and inanimate objects like to hit me so I must be a klutz.

But what if I don’t want to be a social label, just want to be part of the human race?
What if I don’t care what you think and make my own decisions according to me?