They simper and stare, like block-headed fools,
Stuck in the constraints of their own social rules
Attracted to gossip like moths to a flame
And, one by one, they fail at their own game
I’m not a moth; I’m a big butterfly
(At least, so I say as I walk inside)
I let them all stare, but I pay them no heed
They’d offer me fame, but that, I don’t need
I don’t need acceptance, at the price that they ask
Though I’m unsure inside, I fashion a mask
And keep myself poised, as around me, they prey
I ignore the hurtful words that they say
The way that they poke, and the way that they pry,
I stand tall, stay strong. I look them in the eye
They don’t control me; I’m not one of the brood
(To tell you the truth, I’m only here for the food)
I dance on my own, and leave them in my dust,
I’ll be sparkling gold long after they ‘ve turned to rust