From a young age society puts a label on us. 

If we break their label they cause a fuss. 

But I will not let society define me anymore, 

Brave people must stand up and fight this war. 

Then again when you stand up society points out your flaws, 

They start to tear you down with their words using their claws.

So rise above and tell them a few scratches won't hurt. 

I stand up, because I am not dirt. 

I am not defined by the color of my skin,

I am not defined by the music I listen to,

I am not defined by my grin,

I am not defined by the songs on queue,

I am not defined by the college I want to go to,

I am not defined by my number of friends,

I am not defined by the color blue,

I am not defined by my writing pens, 

I am not defined by how much I weigh,

I am not defined by my height,

I am not defined by if I am gay,

I am not defined by my favorite soda sprite,

I am not defined by my grades,

I am not defined by my past. 

I am not defined by how my talkativeness fades,

I am not defined by my fears,

I am not defined by my skill of writing,

I am not defined by my flood of tears,

I am not defined by my hate for the suns lighting, 

I am not defined by track and cheer,

I am not defined by my drawings,

I am not defined by my seat in class,

I am not defined by my collected things,

I am not defined by who in the hallways I say hi to when we pass,

I am not defined by how much I study,

I am not defined by the books I read on the shelf, 

I am not defined by who I find funny, 

I am defined by how I treat others and myself, 

Society tries to define us and rate us on our appearance. 

They try to rate our lives and our looks on a scale from 1-10. 

And the “ugly and unsuccessful” ones get treated like items on clearance. 

None of us are perfect, never will be, never have been. 

So society go ahead and rate me on your number scale,

Because I will hold my head up high and proudly fail.