Differently

I was taught like this. I was taught to believe in the words of god and see his wisdom, but somehow i can't. I can't imagine myself praying and hoping for change when there is none. how could i? I want to live freely and my way. But I don't know what they'll say. Momma, poppa, i'm sorry for thinking differently. I'm sorry i'm not disciplined, i'm sorry i'm not like the others, i'm sorry I cant follow a herd. I feel so strange and unaccepted, I feel as though I don't matter because of something so small I know i'm so young, and I know i'm stubborn, but this is what I am. I am different.