Just My Style

I think I fit in well with that poem. I am a crazy one, a misfit, a dreamer. I don't care what you think of me, because I know what I think of myself. And there's nothing you can do to change it, so you're just going to have to learn to either live with it, or go read someone else's blog and leave mine alone.
I am a troublemaker, I try to change things, I fight against the system in the friendliest manner possible, but I fight.
Anyone want to fight for the future of the world with me? Anyone want to stand up for what you believe in, no matter who tells you it's wrong? Who wants to fight for the rights of the world with me?