Not my responsibility

I thought I escaped. From all this damn nightmare, but how wrong I was wrong. I'm here again, my heart is beating more and more often. I'm not accepted in this world, I'm too strange for everyone. I love to read, make music, I write books. While others, in the midst of drinking, smoke, drink. But damn, they don't understand... That it will soon kill them. Many people can't accept my character and run away. Only the chosen ones remain. I'm strange to everyone, who doesn't love me, for someone I'm an idol. I do what I live as I want. But some hate me for my height, figure, views of life. For my style, hair color, character. Love for the United States, and songs of Billie Eilish.Finally, understand, your opinion is not my responsibility. I live as I want, I dress in what I want. I live for myself.