People Point At Me
people point at me
they point their fingers at me
whisper behind my back
and i don’t give a damn
what does it matter to me?
if i’m different from them
i am no one’s
nobody owns me
i know they criticize me
i’m aware that they hate me
envy consumes them
my life overwhelms them
why could that be?
it’s not my fault
my circumstances insult them
my destiny is the one i decide
the one i choose for myself
who cares what i do?
who cares what i say?
this is who i am, i’ll keep being like this
i will never change
who cares what i do?
who cares what i say?
this is who i am, i’ll keep being like this
i will never change
maybe the fault is mine
for not following the rules
it’s already too late
to change now
i will stand
firm in my convictions
will reinforce my positions
my destiny is the one i decide
the one i choose for myself
who cares what i do?
who cares what i say?
this is who i am, i’ll keep being like this
i will never change
who cares what i do?
who cares what i say?
this is who i am, i’ll keep being like this
i will never change
who cares what i do?
who cares what i say?
this is who i am, i’ll keep being like this
i will never change
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Anonymous photographer, Japan, 1954. | Courtesy Galerie Lumière des Roses. | source
Updated information thanks to @levkerbel
Photo by Koji Takashima, 1951
Takashima was born in Kobe, Japan. He was a hobby photographer who, by day, worked in an office of the Kawasaki Locomotive and Rolling Stock Company.
This photograph won fifth place in the 1951 International Photography Contest of Popular Photography, an American magazine.